Dear Grandpa,

I know that you think I treated you disrespectfully, and for that I am sorry. I took you for granted because you were always there. I know that I have been an immature, spoiled brat and have always thought of myself before others. I know that I must have made you angry. When I said, " I hate you," I really didn’t mean it.

I admit I didn’t take the time to get to know you as a person. I never bothered to ask and you never took the time to relate to me. I hated it when you compared me to "perfect" Beckers. I hated it when you implied that I should be in bed before ‘The Dukes of Hazard" was over. I despised it when you got the last word in an argument. I know that you had a gracious heart. It did come out every once and a while.

My mother always said that you and dad were exactly alike, only showing the emotion of anger and happiness. Yet, they were wrong again I knew you had other emotions, when I saw you cry it brought about a feeling of curiosity.

I was very reluctant to go ‘pay my last respects’ to you in the casket, but I am glad that I did because it was then at your that funeral I realized that you do mean more to me than I knew.

Love Your Granddaughter,

Beth