An Open Letter To My Grandma
by Amy Lindorff
Thank you for the cookies you sent which arrived Wednesday afternoon. It is now Friday afternoon and they are completely gone. Dusty and Jerry had a few, but mostly I ate them. None of my pants fit anymore but it was worth it. You were worried they’d be stale, but no. They were heaven. It was almost like being back at Trask River Road. My next request is an entire berry pie, though I know that will be difficult to mail, so it’s okay if I have to wait until I am home. Curious kept smelling at them, I think they remind her of you. Miss you.