Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes, we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Rest in peace Grandma, you have been lost for awhile but are often mentioned in conversations and stories about our past.
Memories and traditions that will never be forgotten and have been passed on. Childhood memories of afternoons on the swing, making cookies that looked like seashells, your Christmas pudding, polishing the silver and stories about Ireland and England with mugs of tea are a few of the memories we will cherish.
"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; Love leaves a memory no one can steal."
