Dear Grandpa Mike,






I’m sorry for being too young to care about your passing. It wasn’t my intention to leave your funeral to go play in the churches parking lot. I was just doing what most six year olds do, and fazed through all the hard times in my life. Leaving reality behind in the process.















I regret not spending any time with you while you were sick in bed. I only visited you on certain occasions, and even then I hardly spoke to you. Focusing most of my attention on other things, always wanting to go home and play with my toys. Looking back to those days where I could’ve spent time with you, but instead looked for something else to occupy my short attention span really makes me hate my childish self.






Reflecting on the days I did spend with you, did not feel like I was spending any quality time with my grandfather. I wish I could have told you I love you without being forced to, or looking around for something to play with. I wish I could’ve gotten to know you better, instead of the six years I wasted away. The days we did spend together were great, but I wish I could’ve spent more time together so I could’ve gotten to know you.










I always wanted to talk to you one more time before you passed. I wanted to tell you how much of a role model you were to me, how much your words of wisdom really changed my life. I just wanted to say thanks, you really helped me out.






















From your Grandson,























Ethan