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Orange Juice

Dear... Orange Juice

 

I miss you. I cry every night. Stars remind me of your smile, bright. 95. 95 years that you were here. I wish I could have drank some orange juice from your fridge again. I hate orange juice, but I'd do anything to drink it from you. I wish you could offer it to me one last time, I would savor that moment for as long as I could.

My great grandmother, who I loved with my whole heart. Not everyone has a great grandmother, but everyone deserves a grandma like you. I wish you could be here with me. Life hasn't been the same. My depression has gotten worse. But you're with grandpa now. I am thinking about getting a tattoo. So you can be with me, always.

If you still have a great grandmother, drink some orange juice for me. Please. You don't realize how much you love someone until they are breathing their last breaths. Until they leave you. You can't change anything, reverse time. I miss your laugh. I miss your voice, your beautiful Ukrainian accent.

If anyone is reading this, cherish your time with great grandparents, grandparents, and parents. I am sobbing writing this. She was so beautiful, she was kind, she was faithful, she was determined, and she loved orange juice. She had an amazing sense of humor. I would sacrifice myself just to hear her laugh, see her smile, and choke on orange juice pulp one last time. Orange juice. Forever 95.

From... Your Great Granddaughter