Dear bubby,
I miss you more than I can even put into words. I’ve been thinking a lot about how much you meant to me and the kind of impact you had on my life, and it’s something I’ll carry with me forever.
Every Sunday at church, I knew the moment I saw you, my day would instantly get better. No matter how I was feeling—tired, upset, or just not having a great morning—you always knew how to make me smile. You had this way of making me laugh like everything was okay, like nothing else mattered in that moment. That meant more to me than you probably ever realized.
You were always looking out for me, always caring, always making sure I was okay. That kind of love is rare, and I’m so grateful I got to experience it from you. It’s something I’ll never forget.
What’s really amazing is that we weren’t even family by blood, but you treated me like I was family by blood. That means everything to me. It showed me that family isn’t just about blood—it’s about love, kindness, and the way you show up for someone. And you showed up for me every time.
I love you so much, Bubby. And I would do anything just to have one more Sunday, one more laugh, one more moment with you. But even though you’re not here, I know the love you gave me will always stay with me.
Thank you for everything—for your kindness, your laughter, and for loving
me like your own.
I’ll never forget you.
Love always,
Jentry Kinder