When I was young   My grandma lived two hours away   When I first learned to write   I had a lot to say.      I wrote her a letter every week   She couldn’t wait to get them   She couldn’t wait to see    What I was doing and all about my friends.      What I was dreaming   Places I had been   What I was hoping   That I could be some day.      I wrote it in my letters   And I mailed them all away   She always wrote me back   Every single week.      And how I loved to get her letters   From the time I could read   Years later I was going through her things   And I found all the letters she had saved from me.      When she went to Heaven   I cried so many tears    But she’s here in these letters   After all these years.      What she was doing   And all about her friends   What she was dreaming   Places she had been.      What she had hoped for   And things she’d like to see   She wrote it in her letters,   And she mailed them off to me...