Brisk strides and smiles no more
But souls and hearts drenched in sorrow
A legacy reminiscent of others gone on before
As yesterday was your last tomorrow
The tale to tell of one so young
Ordained by destiny as her time
The war with life death had won
Death’s victory of one taken in her prime
The pain you suffered will be no more
As you shall again dance with the others gone on before
This hope is the solace in our darkened state
The interlude from anguish, this is our escape
The smiles you placed upon our lips, the laughter in our hearts
The lasting memories you made in your time so short
Will forever resonate throughout time, throughout this town
And happiness shall again return to your once earthly home
But, regrettably now the time has come
To bid you farewell under the setting sun
A promise in our hearts to never forget you
As we proceed with life—from death’s point of view.
Grams you were a strong, beautiful and selfless person. You held this family together with your principles, forgiving nature and unconditional love. You were an inspiration to all those that knew you; a generous and compassionate soul. Those that were blessed and lucky to call you Mother, Sister, Aunt, Grandma and Ne-Ne were bestowed with an over-abundance of this love and compassion that strangers generally had to earn from you.
Grams you have been our rock and our fortress. But the Lord saw that you were getting tired, even though you have never shown it. He knew with all the years of service you had put in, you deserved an easy passing, for He didn’t want you to suffer for too long.
I may still be in denial as it seems like just yesterday you were telling me you loved me in that high pitched voice that one can’t help but love. I must admit it’s hard accepting the nature of this tribute as it means I have to accept that I will no longer hear that voice, or have you run your fingers through my hair telling me how happy you were that I had grown it back and have me promise to never cut it all off again becuse it made me look too much like a boy. That I will never again hear you tell me stories of your younger years, or see your meticulously coifed hair when you got dressed to go out.
I am not ready for just memories Grandma. But memories are all I will now have of you and what I will use to keep you alive in our hearts and minds. Stories will be told of your unconditional love, of my childhood days growing up with you, of you always being that comfort and solace from the outside world.
You were my Grandmother twice over, as you also played the role of a second mother to my mother. You loved her as your own and treated her as such. You were her friend and counselor. Many Sundays you two could be seen and heard chatting and laughing about life, sharing experiences. You have a place in her heart that no one else can ever fill.
Grandma, Ne-Ne, Grams, you meant so much to so many people …
But now the time has come
When your warm and loving heart has been laid to rest
And though our hearts may be broken
We are reminded that the Lord only takes the best.
With Love,
Rennia and Joy
