You survived the Holocaust in Germany when you were young. You stayed strong, even when they took your mom. You moved to New York, where you were safer but all alone. You stayed strong then, too. You raised your two kids and worked when grandpa wasn't well. You stayed strong when he passed away. But then you got sick. I always thought that you'd be able to make it through. You stayed strong, but it took you anyways. I know I'll never be as brave as you, but I hope someday I'll make you proud.
Sincerely, your granddaughter missing you.