That was then.
Today, my grandparents just told me that you and your mommy died in yesterday's plane crash. I'm sorrier than I can say. You were truly wonderful people, and I'm glad I got to meet you for the hour-or-so we met. I don't know how to express this regret I feel deep down inside (even though our interaction was limited to the most superfluous conversation) that you're gone. I don't know where you are right now, you're possibly having tea with my father (in which case you're the lucky one here) but wherever you are, I sincerely hope you're happy. When the old die, they die after living a life filled with actualized dreams. When the young die, they take all their dreams with them. Maybe we'll have a chance to get what we want in the next life. This one seems to be a little overrated anyway.
I'm sorry. Rest in peace, both of you.