Dear Grandma, the last time I saw you, you were sitting up in your hospital bed. It was fun to run around in your room but you must be tired of being there by now. When are you coming back home? I miss spending time relaxing on your tummy while you lie on the bed and watch TV. I miss singing our favourite Diana Hamilton songs. I miss you pinching my cookies, plantain chips or peanuts and hurriedly hiding our stash under the pillow when we hear mummy at the door. I miss fighting for possession of the TV remote, your little radio and your phone. I miss ruffling through your books and papers. I miss dressing up for you. You always told me my dress was nice and you really liked seeing me in my school uniform. Mummy’s tickles and giggles are not as fun as yours. Grandma, tell the doctor to let you come home soon, please. We have a lot to catch up on. Love lots, Nyamekye. From Nyamekye, Granddaughter T R I B U T E 1 1946 MRS. CECILIA JOHNSON 2025 35 A Loving Farewell
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