Mom

Dear Kaylee,

I am on my way to the airport. I am visiting my mommy and daddy in Minnesota. We saw them in July, but I need to see them again. It is really hard for my mommy to remember me at all. I am hoping when she sees me and hugs me, a part of her brain will click into a thought that says,

“I know this guy. He’s my little boy. My Dudey.”

Your great-grandma always called me, “Dudey.” or “Dude,” or “Dudeblatz.”

I have no idea how we came up with that last one!

You know I have about 12 names I call you. The one I use the most is Kaylee Q.” Or just, “Q.”

I don’t know why I call you this, Kaylee Q, but it just fits!

Love,
Grandpa