Dear Ammanji,

I am missing you a lot these days. I study in your room now and I space out for some moments, remembering what it was like to have you around. I tried very hard to keep myself together when all of my friends at school were talking about their grandparent's deaths', so I just stared out the window until it was over.

Now that you've gone, the house has gone very quiet. I miss you calling out to us, and even though for the last two years in your life you couldn't really speak much, you were a huge blessing to all of us, and only now do I realize it.

You've taught me so much, and I still miss your adorable laughter and how even though you couldn't speak, you'd hold my hand and smile at me for as long as you could. You were a role model, and seeing Baba love you and care for you like he did, I know now how I'm going to try best to take care of my own parents, Inshallah ta'ala. And so, you've taught me alot.

The images of seeing you go still haunt me, and I don't think I can go a week without replaying them through my mind.

I'll pray every time, that God grants you a place in Jannah, and for your maghfirah.

I miss you. Alot.

I love you.