Some words that are amazingly meaningful to me today. Despite their strange origin:
I guess there's a part of me that's still holding on. That little girl inside is just waiting for her return. You know, that her death was just some cosmic error, and eventually, God will realize he made a terrible mistake and he'll send her back to me. And I'll have my grandma again. I know it sounds ridiculous.
But...I look at you, and I know she's still here.
You are so like your grandmother. She was tough...and independent...and funny. In the same way you're funny. She was stubborn. Oh, she was stubborn. If you would tell her the sky is blue, she would say it was green.
She's not gone. She lives on in you. And that comforts me to no end.
