From the desk of your dead grandfather

Mom sent me a little package with some treats the other day, just because she’s cool like that, and it included this note:

John was my grandfather, who died Nov. 1 and on whose personalized notepad Mom had written this note. A frugal man, John would have appreciated that Mom wasn’t letting a little thing like his death stop her from using his notepads, even if doing so might cause people to think he was sending them letters from beyond the grave.