To: Grandpa, on your last day.

There were so many things I wanted to tell you about Heaven and Hell, and forgiveness, but you went too quick. Take care of my little angels up there. I know with you there, they'll be the best dressed kids in Heaven. Tell them we love them and miss them, and I think about them all the time.

Don't worry about us, we'll all be with you again sooner than you know it. Love you, love you bunches.

P.S. Tell God I said "hello."