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A birthday letter

Dear grandpa McGladdery,

Today would have been your eighty-eighth birthday. Words can't begin to express how much I miss you and wish that you were still here. I miss the way that we used to talk together almost every day on the telephone. I miss the stories you used to tell, you always had such a way with words. I miss the smell of your house as I rolled in the door. I miss the way you used to offer me snacks like cherry cordial ice cream every time I came over. I miss the way you used to have the television turned out way too loud. I miss the way you used to poke fun at me about not paying my taxes. I miss the barbecues we used to have with the neighbors in the vacant lot. I miss the way used to slip me mad money just before I left  on a vacation.

There are certain things that I'm glad you're not around for, like my dad's recent troubles. I know that the whole experience would have just upset you. I'm glad that you were nor around to see me come out of my illness I know that would upset you and worried too. You would've hated to see me takes so much time off of school.

I want you to know that I'm getting my life back on track. I plan to go back to school this coming fall. I'm taking two courses during both semesters. Of coarse, I'm a bit nervous about going back but I know that I will do just fine. According to my calculations, I have about a year and a half to go until I finish school. I hope that you will be there, on my graduation day watching over me.  When I think of you I think of you with only fondness. I will always treasure the time we shared together. Even though, I think it wasn't long enough.

Happy birthday grandpa!

Sincerely,

Meg 

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