Dear Grandpa Jack,

I’m writing you this letter knowing it’s far too late for you to ever see it. You’ve been gone for two years and it still feels like you never left. I guess I never really thought that you would. I never got a chance to say goodbye. I wish that I could have told you that I love you one last time. You were always there for me, from the beginning. You never gave up on me. All you ever wanted was my time. And I feel so guilty that I didn’t share more of it when I could have. I’m so sorry. I wish I could hear your voice one more time, or make you laugh. I wish we could go out for breakfast or look for cans. I wish I could just sit on your couch next to you while you fall asleep to a baseball game and begin to snore. I hope you knew how much I loved you before you died. I hope I wasn’t a disappointment. You gave me so much love that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to return it. And now you’re gone, and all I can do is write a letter that you’ll never read, because I waited too long.