May God bless you and your...
Hi Grammie. It's Boop. I'm eleven now. I hope you are having a fun time in heaven. It's a shame I can no longer hear you talking to me when I'm in bed. My Mom always found it cute when I would stare at the ceiling and say half of a conversation as if I was talking to someone. Sadly, I don't remember those times. Mom reminds me though, and makes it very clear that she believes it was you. Even though I don't remember our talks, I still miss them. If you could try and find a way to talk to me...
Amelia Venditti
November 29, 2024 | Family


