Entry Sixteen: Hey, Grandpa Rich.

Hey, Grandpa Rich. I wish I could have shared many cherished memories with you. Memories of me in your arms as we hug tightly. I wish I would have known you better. I wish I could have loved you more.
Hey, Grandpa Rich. I wish I could hug you one last time. I wish we could have danced around all silly like to your favorite songs. I wish I could have handed you a magic wand and we could re-live all those days we missed out on.
Hey, Grandpa Rich. I know this sucks, that it had to go this way. And I wish you could be reading this with your human eyes. I wish you were a bigger part of my life, and I yours. I wish so many things Grandpa Rich.
But at least now, you're dancing in heaven with Jesus. At least now, you can walk and talk and move around again.
I wish you knew how much I actually do love you.
Hey, Grandpa Rich.
Save me a place in heaven.

Entry Fifteen: The Porcelain Doll

Delicate. Beautiful. Unique.
Her porcelain skin as fragile as an emotion, Her painted on mouth was pulled to a smile. Her eyes wide open, were painted to. She sat among the shelf with the other toys and dolls and every other lost memory and hope. She couldn't cry. She had to smile. Smiling made people less worried. And worrying is not what she wanted others to do. So she rested atop that shelf, smiling all the while. Waiting. Just waiting.