I miss you

Dear Grandpa,

I miss you. There is not a day that goes by that I dont ask myself what you would think of me - if you would be proud of me. You are the strongest person I have ever met and I curse god every day for taking you away from me before I had realized how big this world was and how much work there is to be done.

I applied to your alma-mater for callege. I got in but I couldnt afford to go. I decided not to go to college. When I made that decision I convinced myself that you would be proud that I had taken the road less traveled proud that I would be using my gap year to help people and to teach, just like you did for your whole life. But, are you proud? Or are you mad that I didnt work hard enough in high school to get some big merrit scholarship or academic award?

I have organized several protests recently. The world is so broken grandpa, I dont understand how you had the strength to keep fighting for justice every day, how you had the strength or the courage to try to fix a world that was hunting you and wanted you dead. I dont know how you did it but every time I feel myself slowing down or getting tired I remind myself that you would want me to keep going. So I do.

I write about you all the time. My words are the only way I know to express myelf clearly and I have so many feelings and anxieties tht revolve around you - making you proud, doing right by your legacy, upholding the change you spent your life fighting for - that sometimes it just makes more sense to write them out. I wish youcould read what I write about you.

You are my hero. I will spend all my life making you proud to the best of my abilities. I will spend all my life picking up where you let off in your fight for justice. I will spend all my life tryig to live up to my last name and to my title of Harvey Fireside's Granddaughter. I will spend all my life fighting for you.

Love,

Quinn