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My grandma died in the mid-1960s: lived just long enough to be a Mets fan. She was wise, she was gentle, she was good. She raised six daughters (including my mother) who grew up to be good. And one night, her family having just watched the Lawrence Welk Show, she announced, “I think I’ll go to bed now.” And that was the end.
I was only a boy when she died, and it was a long time ago. But yesterday, from out of nowhere, it hit me like a truck.
No Grandma! How could that be? Can she have any idea how much I miss her? I had no idea until just then!
Okay, I’m sick and my emotions are brittle. But dammit, where is everybody? I want my grandma. I need for her to know that.
I understand your Grandma feelings. I’m 86, raised by my Grandma and I miss her every day. I mostly cook like her since she taught me. I still sometimes cry missing her.
That makes two of us.
My paternal grandmother died when I was 11. She had health issues for years before that, so it wasn’t a shock, but more recently I find myself thinking about her. As a child, I only knew her as an elderly person, but as I learn more about the family history, it turns out that she had quite a life story, and overcame some significant disadvantages. I would love to be able to ask her about her life.
I’m sure your grandma does know how much you love and miss her. If she’s with God, God has let her know about your love. And one day all whom we loved and all who loved us will be joined together in God’s love, our love bound with His love and magnified in it.
Thanks, Phoebe, I needed that.
I wept as I wrote this a few months after our daughter passed away. Her life was short, just 23 days.
Lee, although written about a baby girl, now in the grave, the same thoughts about your grandmother, or any loved one who has left this earth and gone to the other side is suitable and appropriate. So instead of reading “your precious child” think: Your precious grandmother.
Uncrushed Hope
The only thing there, as you stop for a while,
When you visit the grave of your precious child;
The only thing there was hope for the morrow.
The only things felt were pain, tears, and sorrow.
The feelings expressed before they were gone
Are memories now of loved ones once sown.
With memories faded, now dark and dim,
The love once felt still calls from within.
The one that you seek, now laid in the ground,
You will always remember the love that you found.
As life lingers on, from the depths of your soul,
No words can express, no words can make whole.
The love that still flows down through the years
For the one that’s now buried, with hope and with tears
It always will linger inside of your breast,
Kindled at birth, yet not stilled by their death.
But the soul that you seek does not lie in the ground.
Their new life in heaven with God is now found.
The joys that await for those called beyond
Are sorrows now felt by those left behind.
United one day with the souls of the just,
Our hope for the morrow, in God is our trust.
That one bright day our love will entwine
With those gone before, with those left behind.
Elder Mike
I waited about an hour to see if my comment would post. It didn’t, so I tried again. So, if there are two, I am sorry.
I wept as I wrote this a few months after our daughter passed away. Her life was short, just 23 days.
Lee, although written about a baby girl, now in the grave, the same thoughts about your grandmother, or any loved one who has left this earth and gone to the other side is suitable and appropriate. So instead of reading “your precious child” think: Your precious grandmother.
Uncrushed Hope
The only thing there, as you stop for a while,
When you visit the grave of your precious child;
The only thing there was hope for the morrow.
The only things felt were pain, tears, and sorrow.
The feelings expressed before they were gone
Are memories now of loved ones once sown.
With memories faded, now dark and dim,
The love once felt still calls from within.
The one that you seek, now laid in the ground,
You will always remember the love that you found.
As life lingers on, from the depths of your soul,
No words can express, no words can make whole.
The love that still flows down through the years
For the one that’s now buried, with hope and with tears
It always will linger inside of your breast,
Kindled at birth, yet not stilled by their death.
But the soul that you seek does not lie in the ground.
Their new life in heaven with God is now found.
The joys that await for those called beyond
Are sorrows now felt by those left behind.
United one day with the souls of the just,
Our hope for the morrow, in God is our trust.
That one bright day our love will entwine
With those gone before, with those left behind.
I have found myself missing my grandma so very much. She died 50 years ago as of this coming August 18. We’ll see each other soon. She is with God and I get closer to the end of my life every day.
And beautiful verse about your daughter, Eldermike!
We’ll all see our loved ones in God’s good time.
There are two more books I would like to write before I fall off ,my perch.