Dear Isaac and Maia,

Memories are funny things. When I studied with top psychologists, I learned that memories are like snowballs. They get bigger and change in shape as they roll.

I have a lot of ornaments that belonged to your mom and Erica. I think Christmas was fun at our house. I remember the laughter. But, that’s not the direction that my life is rolling.

I come to life on road trips. I’m curious and love nature. I started collecting “road trip” ornaments a couple years. I get them out and remember the joy that I have control of in my life.

I miss you both deeply. And, your mom. It’s not normal what was happening. None of it was normal. I had to walk away so my heart would stop breaking. And, for the most part, I’ve come to terms with it. I love life and I’ll keep taking road trips. I wish for you to be safe, happy, healthy. Always.

Love, Grandma Hartt