Dear Memaw and Papa,
I wish you could see this apartment. I know heaven is way, way more interesting, but I wish you could take a trip down ans see this.
Your stuff is everywhere. Memaw, I have your music boxes everywhere. And the kitchen is full of the tools you used and loved–I even kept your food processor, which, as we both know, makes the best cole slaw. Papa, I kept the potato bin you used as a trash can. That’s in the kitchen, too.
You guys had some awesome wall art. It was hard to part with it when you left, so I kept one thing: one of those autumn landscapes you had hanging in your hallway. It’s in my living room now, where I can look at it as I sit on the futon and read Virginia Woolf. It’s next to the window, which will soon have the same sort of view as the painting.
I miss you so much. I wish you could see the future I’m building on the past you gave me. There’s so much I want to tell you right now, but I guess I’ll have to wait. My one consolation is that I’ll get to tell you in person one of these days, and I’ll get to make you laugh again. Then we won’t have any reason to stop laughing.
I love you.