It's Christmas. We missed you today. It wasn't easy; it was stressful, it was difficult, it was ... well, different. Mom and I got into a couple fights the past couple days. I really wish you were here, because it would have been easier to get through these past few days. You would have made sure we weren't fighting, that we were doing okay, at the very least. You didn't tolerate us being mad, upset, or generally unhappy. You would have wanted us to get along, because it's Christmas, for crying out loud, and why the heck are we fighting?
I think that, wherever you are, you are watching us and shaking your head at every mistake I make - at every mistake we all make. But I also think that you are hoping that we get back up and learn from them. I really want that to be true.
I miss you. I know you are with us in our hearts, but sometimes, I really wish that you were here. Like today, with it being Christmas and all.
I hope that one day we see each other again and that you are proud of the person that I become. I really want to make you proud. I want to be someone you'd be happy to say, "That's my grandbaby." I hope that, despite all the mistakes and wrongs that I've done, you are proud of my right now. Despite it all, I know you love me from Heaven; you are trying to guide me in your own way.
I love you,
Charlotte
