Some many years ago my grandmother (who raised me) died on March 23, Holy Week. I was with her in the hospital emergency room, holding her when she drew her last labored breath. I loved her so much. She was my “mother.” To my heart. I wrote a short short poem about her that says it all:
She never yelled.
she never hit me.
She taught me to make
Raspberry jello.
******************************************* Thank you God for my grandmother, who taught me the Bible and piano and so many things. Most of all she made me feel valued. Loved.
I bet she’s smiling down at you right now 🙂
I bet so too. *smile*
Hugs. What a sweet little poem. How wonderful that you had her in your life.
A beautiful blessing. She will forever be in your heart. Watching over you. *Hugs*