Dear Dinner,
Please don't burn, no one likes that. For the sake of a good dinner, please don't burn!
Signed, me
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Dear afi,
I'd like to write something to you, only I don't know what. I guess I'll try anyway...
...I always felt bad for you, being alone with only few friends to speak to and the only family living far away. I know I disappointed you so many times, not being able to show my affection, when that was all you ever wanted. But I love you, I always did. I was named after you. When you had no son to pass your name onto, as is the custom where you come from, you, or rather your friend managed to persuade my parents to give me that name, and while I didn't like it in my younger years, I learned to love it in the recent years. Its meaning, why I got it, just how awesome the name is. But knowing that name came from you, and how important it was for you to have a grandson named after you, together with the fact that you were lonely, oh so lonely, I began to believe I had to show you my love an extra bit, and then that I failed time after time.
I felt you, being so alone myself. And now you're gone. We've lost you, mother's lost you. The fact that we won't be at your funeral is so saddening. It's simply too expensive. At least mother will be there, and so will father.
I'm sorry.
Despite all of this blaming myself for being unable to show you my affection, I will not blame myself or anyone else for your untimely death. If anyone is to blame, afi, it is you. You lived an unhealthy life for so long, it was only a matter of time before it ended. You denied going to the doctor and getting help. You didn't do much to live a healthier life. I'm sorry.
Signed,
your grandson