Grandma’s Words

My dear granddaughter, don’t forget me. Let the sound of my laughter ring in your ears. May you hear it in your own child’s voice. Look for me in your hands, for one day you will see my hands on your arms. Don’t let it bother you as you age, but rather identify with me as you see my traits in you.

My dear grandchild, remember I did things my way. I followed Him the way I was taught. Don’t fret and wonder over where I’m going, but rather remember where I’ve been. On your mother’s sofa holding and rocking you as a babe. Remember my good heart and my caring ways. Remember my years spent building our family to what is today. Never forget child, that families are messy at times. It doesn’t mean they’re doomed, just human.

Sweet child, remember my ways, my strength and determination. You see a grandmother when you look at my photos, but remember I was a child once-a daydreaming young lady once-an overwhelmed mother once-and a devoted wife once. I’ve lived a full and complete life, dear one. I know you’re sad; especially since you didn’t get your last goodbye. But I’m always there in your memory, in your sounds, your sights, and smells.

You have many, many years ahead of you. You are half the age I was when I passed away last month. Half to go. Not half done.

My parting words of wisdom for you is to do things the way you know is right. Spread that onto your husband and children. This is how you carry me on. Follow Him the best you were taught and know is right. And I’ll see you soon my dear granddaughter.

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