Dear Grandpa and Grandma

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I know tomorrow will be the final time we will be together in the flesh. I like to think that I will see you soon, whenever soon may be. 

Thank you for the opportunity to be your first granddaughter. I know you treasure my sister and I in a family of all males. 

I really don't know what to say to you tomorrow when I see you both. Do I tell you thank you? Do I tell you I love you? Do I tell you that you both will forever be in my chest of beautiful things? Do I tell you the things I regret? Do I tell you my fears? Do I tell you that I've loved? Do I tell you that I've also had my heart broken to pieces? 

Or do I tell you nothing. Do I tell you that everything has been what life has to offer and I have dealt with the realities of life. 

Will I grab your fragile hands into mine and hold their cold veins in my warmth? 

Grandpa and Grandma.... I'm sorry I didn't see you as often as I'd like. I am very thankful that you have gotten to see me as a grown woman who has graduated college, gotten her first job, and moved to a city she has fallen in love with. 

Thank you for the ring, Grandma. I will guard it for the rest of my life with great care and think of you EVERYTIME I wear it. It will only make me think of you. 

I hope that you can both live out the rest of your days in no pain and just more beautiful memories with our family. I hope that maybe I can be a part of that beautiful memory that you'll think of because inevitably you will be a part of mine. 

I love and respect the life you both have lived and fought for... From the Korean War to raising a beautiful family to now as age has taken its course. 

Your lives inspire me. I will keep you both with me forever. Just to see you this one last time is a blessing in itself. 

I promise to work hard in America and make you both so proud. I promise to find a partner that will be my equal and my best friend. I promise to always think of others and to be kind to those who are hurting. 

And I promise to love both of you for the rest of my life. 



Your granddaughter, 
Bori

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