My sweet Grampa' Hall passed away Monday morning at 5:30am; he was 89 years old. I had written him a letter last week as my way of saying "goodbye". My dad had told me that he still loved reading and I thought, "what better way to send him off than with a letter?". I could have gone on for pages but I kept it short and simple. My family read it to him Sunday evening.
Dearest Grampa’ Hall,
I
wanted you to know how special you are to me. Miles may separate us, months may
have passed since we last saw each other, but you are with me at all times.
Every
day when I look into the mirror and I brush my red hair, I think of you. When I
look down at my hands, I think of you. When I see how blue my eyes are, I think
of you. There is no doubt that I am a Hall, and I savor these similarities that
we share. I am proud to see my reflection and be reminded of the amazing man
that I resemble.
I
have precious memories of you: you playing the organ in your living room at
Eden Street; you fitting me for my first pair of glasses; you kissing my cheek
on my wedding day. All of my memories are of you laughing or smiling and I love
that. In my mind there will always be an image of you with your blue eyes
sparkling and your smile stretched wide.
I
keep a picture of you, Grammie and me on my bedside table; it was taken when I
was ten years old. In the picture we are at the house at the Cape and the three
of us have big grins. I love to look at it and just let my mind wander to that
trip. I remember it distinctly and you, my dad and I went for a walk that day.
I felt so special getting you all to myself, having to share you only with my
dad and being able to listen to your stories.
You
are so extraordinary to me and I just want you to know that. I treasure the
history we have together and I am honored that I am able to call you my Grampa’
Hall. You will always be my Grampa’ Hall and I will always be your
granddaughter.
I
love you more than anything.
Victoria
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