“Never tease a weasel, I couldn’t be more pre­cise, a weasel will not like it and TEASING ISN’T NICE.”

Gosh I miss you lit­tle one. You are every­where. I open the closet and there are your mud boots, extra shoes, extra coat, pail and shovel, bug catcher, side­walk chalk.….

I open the drawer and there are your cups. I open the cup­board and there are your dishes.…

I look for food and there are your favorite things..chocolate milk. “red” apple­sauce, rice krispies, “fruity snacks”.…

I go to put stuff to recy­cle and there are your shelves of toys. I open a door and your books and puz­zles tum­ble out.

I go to put linens away and there is your favorite blanket.

I open the garage and have to move your wag­ons and bikes to get to my car.

I miss so much…the way you run and jump into our arms when you see us and wrap your legs around us and say “I missed you!!” I miss watch­ing you and grandpa, hand and hand, walk­ing to the bridge to throw rocks in the creek. I miss see­ing you climb the fence to see the horses then jump back alarmed when they actu­ally come to the fence to see you. I miss you try­ing to sneak into the hay loft when you know you shouldn’t. I miss you col­or­ing all the posts on the porch with dif­fer­ent color chalk or draw­ing pic­tures on the porch I have to step across. I miss hav­ing 20 bandaids put on my “hurts” and see­ing your dolls snug­gled on the chair and you ask­ing me to babysit while you “go to the store”. I miss our tents and cud­dling on the couch with a blan­ket and watch­ing your movies. I miss guess­ing what I can fina­gle you into eat­ing. I miss bar­gain­ing with you about how many books to read at night and I miss lay­ing down with you at night til you fall asleep and you reach­ing over to lay your hand on my face, mak­ing sure I am still there.

I am still here. Your grandpa and I are still here. I hope some­how you know that. Your grandpa and other grandma did a very brave thing that just about broke their hearts and con­fronted your mom about some things they thought were really hurt­ing her or would hurt her, and maybe you.  Your mom got really mad because she didn’t under­stand. She didn’t under­stand that they did that, not because they were mad at her, but because they love her so. They are so scared for her. Scared she will get really hurt and maybe even die.  She doesn’t get that yet. I hope she does some day soon. In the mean­time she has decided to not let us or your other grandma and grandpa see you. I am sorry that she doesn’t see that our see­ing you has noth­ing to do with what is going on with her. I am sorry she is so mad she is using the one thing that mat­ters most to her and us.  I am just sorry. Mostly because you won’t get it, that you won’t under­stand and that you will be hurt as a result. I hope she keeps her thoughts to her­self about us so that when the time comes that she feels she can come back, you will still know that we love you, we never stopped lov­ing you and that we never will. And the same holds true for her. I pray that while she is doing this she keeps you safe…please, please keep you safe.

I miss you grand­daugh­ter. Every minute of every day. I am send­ing my guardian angel to whis­per it in your ear and to stay by your side.  We love you.  Stay safe. Come back soon. Please.