LEGACY

Grandma passed away yesterday. I asked that this be read at the funeral service in tribute:

Grandma was the last of my grandparents. I think about the living link to past generations that's now gone, yet continues on in us.

The time I spent with her was precious, just being in her presence during her last days, made even more so with her great-grandaughter on my lap, the next generation. Even in her weakened state, a caring look and smile connected the two. Those were holy moments to me, holding her fragile hands, seeing decades of life and love and experiences and joys in every wrinkle on her hands and beautiful face.

Those hands loved to work her garden. They wrote me Happy Birthday cards every year up to my 18th birthday with a crisp $5 bill inside. Those hands cradled my dad long ago and I'm sure pinched and pulled his ears when he was a rascal, just like mine were.

She was a radiant, spirited and strong woman who lived a long, full life. I hope my life will be worthy of her memory.

We'll miss you Grandma.