For my granddaughter, fifty years my junior. I write this three days before my sixty-fifth birthday.
Dance your way through life. Then from afar I’ll watch, smiling and laughing at your triumphs and elation.
When you stumble but then rise again as if nothing has happened, I’ll wear a grin so huge that through the very darkest of days a ray of my hope will light the path before you.
Never lose sight of your dreams, nor let anyone rob you of them.
If you listen to unwise words and walk timidly through your life, then my tears should flood your heart whilst I drown in sorrow!
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