God must have given grandmothers to us to liven up our lives, to make our lives more complete, to make us well rounded and better human beings. Many people are raised by their grandma in the absence of a responsible mother, and some grandma help look after their grandkids when their daughter/son is out of town. So losing a grandmother hurts.
Writing out memories you had with your deceased grandmother is a way to celebrate her life on earth. It can also help mourners going through the grieving process. Whether you plan to share your tribute, or not, below are some ideas on how to pen heartfelt tribute for granny who meant so much to. Consider using some of these snippets to get you started.
Rest in peace grandma, and thank you for everything you’ve done. You truly left the world better than you found it. You taught me how not to be afraid of life and in the end how not to be afraid of death.
What is dying?
I am standing on the seashore.
A ship sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades from the horizon,
And someone at my side says, “She is gone!” Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is all;
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her,
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her;
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “She is gone”,
There are others who are watching her coming,
And other voices take up a glad shout,
“There she comes” – and that is dying.
I have spent this evening writing this, crying and smiling. I am glad I was able to say my good byes before I came to Iceland. As I sat on her bed and gave her a kiss on the cheek and said “I love you” knowing it would probably be for the last time. She took my hand, looked me in the eyes and said, “I love you too. Have a safe trip.”
This is a post that is difficult for me to write…
Recently, I just lost my beloved grandmother who passed away after illness and we will miss her terribly.
She was one special lady and the loss of her is felt deeply by many, even though she lived a full life. For the past couple of years we watched her fight her illness to be with us she deeply loved her children and grandchildren and great grandchildren as we also loved her dearly. She was our rock and our go to for everything.
Rest well Grandma.
The love of a grandma is unique. She played a big part in my childhood and I can remember so many times sitting in the kitchen and tasting the dishes, she prepare with special love. Showing me how to cook her delicious meals that i will one day pass down to my daughter or son. She taught me a lot about love and the meaning of family.. She has never been just ‘my grandmother’, but my guardian, my friend and my inspiration.
Still, we can’t believe our lovely Grandma was taken away from us . We will miss our Grandmother, but her spirit and strength, lives on in each of us and in the lives that she touched. She lives on in me and in all those who have been touched by the love, strength, conviction, wisdom, and beauty of her soul.
Love you grandma – You truly were a special, special woman! You may have passed on, but your memories would always live on within us. Thank you for your sacrifices, your care and concern, your love and everything that you have done for me. I know you are in a much better place. I will be forever grateful and thankful that you are my ‘grandmother’.
Rest in Peace Grandma we love and miss you so much.. Until we see each other again.
As I traveled down memory lane, I remembered all the good times we’ve shared, and I can’t help but miss you every day. So grandma, I promise to always keep your memory alive and all the things that you have taught me to become a better, loving, and humble person just like you are.I’ve always adored how much you love your family, and to be honest that will forever stick to me and inspire me to have that kind of love.I miss you every day grandma, and there’s not a day that I do not think about you. I wish that I saw you one last time, and I wish I got to say a proper goodbye, but I’m just glad that I got to tell you that I love you one last time.I will make sure that one day to tell stories about you to my future kids. And I will tell them how much I wish they would’ve met you. But I know you’re looking down on us and that you’re finally in peace. Heaven gained an angel and I will see you again soon, grandma.
May you rest in peace grandma, I will see you again one day
These are a few of the memories that I have of my Nana, (insert name), who impacted my life in so many ways. I count myself extremely blessed to have had my grandma for so many years.
My grandma was humble, without an education, but heavily impacted my life. She foremost taught me to walk with the Lord and work for Him. She taught me to work hard and pray for everything. She instilled strength by the life she lived. She taught me to respect with our culture, but she also deeply valued education. I’m forever impacted by her teachings.
Nana had no fear. I never saw her with any fear at any time that I had been with her. She prepared me to be ready for danger. She told me many times to always keep a clear path to the door before we go to sleep so that, if there were a fire, we wouldn’t trip. This was deeply instilled in me. She told me to be careful about bears because they will dig a hole at an empty cabin and wait. Sometimes they’ll even walk as a human on two feet as she saw as a young girl.
My grandmother taught me not to waste. She was conservative with her food, money and everything else. She made things last a long time. She was the ultimate recycler. She never threw away anything and found ways to re-purpose things.
She warned me about times of lack and that we should always be prepared. She said to store up food while you can for the winter.
She gave me tips when she recalled memories growing up. She said in the spring time, her mom would use duck fat and apply it to their feet and calves because they didn’t have rubber boots or lotion for the wet ground. The ducks are fat when they first come back, and it was used to help their skin from chaffing.
My grandma witnessed so much change in her lifetime. When she was born, there were no roads or highways, or running water or electricity, or telephones. I can remember when the first cellphones came out and they were big and heavy. Several of us grandchildren had to carry her cellphone for her when she went on trips. More recently, she had an iPad and had us recording Indian songs and family events. One time, it ran out of memory, and I remember we were trying to explain it to her why it couldn’t record anymore. It’s amazing what she saw in her almost (insert years lived) years on earth.
Nana taught us to play a card game called “snerts” and we learned math keeping score. We spent many weekend nights playing snerts with her growing up and even as adults. We played with her even two nights before she passed. We have such great memories around her table. We saw her many times stop the snerts game to pray for an immediate situation that came up.
She was the one who always came to us when we were sick. She brought water and juice and a cold wash rag. She didn’t show a lot of affection to us when we were young, except when we were sick. I believe that if she grew up in my generation, she would probably be a nurse or doctor because of her steadiness, hard work and compassion for us when we were sick. She was a serious grandma until we grew up. As adults, she was less strict and laughed with us. And now I see her being very affectionate with her great-grandchildren immediately and always smiling or laughing with them. I will miss watching her face light up when she sees her great grandchildren or babies.
My grandpa and grandma visited their friends a lot and took us with them. That was a special time. My grandparents’ generation took time for each other. There was no texting back then but to physically visit.
My grandma was always busy. She never kept herself idle. Her projects were beading and knitting. When we were little, she made us one pair of mukluks and knitted us socks. She was strict but caring.
Her birthday cards to us were always special. She would add a lot of stickers to the card and it felt full of love.