In Memory of My Grandmother

[Debater Slayer]

Three years ago around this time, my grandmother was in the late stages of the deterioration of her health, which led to her being bedridden and eventually passing away. In the very late stages of her illness, she lost the ability to talk, and her cognitive abilities had severely decreased. When she passed away, we were all deeply saddened by the loss but, at the same time, happy that she had been relieved of the pain she had been going through for several months. It was also a reminder that even when fully expected, some losses still hurt nonetheless.

Among the fond memories I have of her is the fact that she was the one who chose my name; she had gone through miscarriages and never had a son. So, when I was born, she chose for me the name she would have named her own son. Even without that, I'd still remember her just as fondly, but it certainly adds to the memories I have of her.

Also, another thing that her period of illness underlined was that small gestures became much bigger in some contexts: when she was bedridden, she told my aunt, "Let's get [me] a birthday cake." She celebrated my birthday with me while she was nearing the height of her illness.

As cliche as this might sound from a distance, some people live on through their actions and the memories they leave with others long after their passing. My grandmother is one of those people. We all fondly remember her and cherish the memories she left us.

Rest in peace, grandma. You will always be missed.

 

[lewisnotmiller]

Three years ago around this time, my grandmother was in the late stages of the deterioration of her health, which led to her being bedridden and eventually passing away. In the very late stages of her illness, she lost the ability to talk, and her cognitive abilities had severely decreased. When she passed away, we were all deeply saddened by the loss but, at the same time, happy that she had been relieved of the pain she had been going through for several months. It was also a reminder that even when fully expected, some losses still hurt nonetheless.

Among the fond memories I have of her is the fact that she was the one who chose my name; she had gone through miscarriages and never had a son. So, when I was born, she chose for me the name she would have named her own son. Even without that, I'd still remember her just as fondly, but it certainly adds to the memories I have of her.

Also, another thing that her period of illness underlined was that small gestures became much bigger in some contexts: when she was bedridden, she told my aunt, "Let's get [me] a birthday cake." She celebrated my birthday with me while she was nearing the height of her illness.

As cliche as this might sound from a distance, some people live on through their actions and the memories they leave with others long after their passing. My grandmother is one of those people. We all fondly remember her and cherish the memories she left us.

Rest in peace, grandma. You will always be missed.

Doesn't sound cliche to me. Seems more like 'heartfelt'.

 

[Buddha Dharma]

I wish that you will have strength and endurance in your continuing sense of loss

 

[Terese]

What a fantasticly wonderful memory of your mother

 

[Epic Beard Man]

Three years ago around this time, my grandmother was in the late stages of the deterioration of her health, which led to her being bedridden and eventually passing away. In the very late stages of her illness, she lost the ability to talk, and her cognitive abilities had severely decreased. When she passed away, we were all deeply saddened by the loss but, at the same time, happy that she had been relieved of the pain she had been going through for several months. It was also a reminder that even when fully expected, some losses still hurt nonetheless.

Among the fond memories I have of her is the fact that she was the one who chose my name; she had gone through miscarriages and never had a son. So, when I was born, she chose for me the name she would have named her own son. Even without that, I'd still remember her just as fondly, but it certainly adds to the memories I have of her.

Also, another thing that her period of illness underlined was that small gestures became much bigger in some contexts: when she was bedridden, she told my aunt, "Let's get [me] a birthday cake." She celebrated my birthday with me while she was nearing the height of her illness.

As cliche as this might sound from a distance, some people live on through their actions and the memories they leave with others long after their passing. My grandmother is one of those people. We all fondly remember her and cherish the memories she left us.

Rest in peace, grandma. You will always be missed.

My condolences

 

[David T]

Three years ago around this time, my grandmother was in the late stages of the deterioration of her health, which led to her being bedridden and eventually passing away. In the very late stages of her illness, she lost the ability to talk, and her cognitive abilities had severely decreased. When she passed away, we were all deeply saddened by the loss but, at the same time, happy that she had been relieved of the pain she had been going through for several months. It was also a reminder that even when fully expected, some losses still hurt nonetheless.

Among the fond memories I have of her is the fact that she was the one who chose my name; she had gone through miscarriages and never had a son. So, when I was born, she chose for me the name she would have named her own son. Even without that, I'd still remember her just as fondly, but it certainly adds to the memories I have of her.

Also, another thing that her period of illness underlined was that small gestures became much bigger in some contexts: when she was bedridden, she told my aunt, "Let's get [me] a birthday cake." She celebrated my birthday with me while she was nearing the height of her illness.

As cliche as this might sound from a distance, some people live on through their actions and the memories they leave with others long after their passing. My grandmother is one of those people. We all fondly remember her and cherish the memories she left us.

Rest in peace, grandma. You will always be missed.

wow she came up with debate Slayer as your name. That's wild.

 

[BSM1]

Three years ago around this time, my grandmother was in the late stages of the deterioration of her health, which led to her being bedridden and eventually passing away. In the very late stages of her illness, she lost the ability to talk, and her cognitive abilities had severely decreased. When she passed away, we were all deeply saddened by the loss but, at the same time, happy that she had been relieved of the pain she had been going through for several months. It was also a reminder that even when fully expected, some losses still hurt nonetheless.

Among the fond memories I have of her is the fact that she was the one who chose my name; she had gone through miscarriages and never had a son. So, when I was born, she chose for me the name she would have named her own son. Even without that, I'd still remember her just as fondly, but it certainly adds to the memories I have of her.

Also, another thing that her period of illness underlined was that small gestures became much bigger in some contexts: when she was bedridden, she told my aunt, "Let's get [me] a birthday cake." She celebrated my birthday with me while she was nearing the height of her illness.

As cliche as this might sound from a distance, some people live on through their actions and the memories they leave with others long after their passing. My grandmother is one of those people. We all fondly remember her and cherish the memories she left us.

Rest in peace, grandma. You will always be missed.

As the first grandchild I, too, had a special bond with my grandmother. She taught me how to tell jokes and ghost stories. She taught me how to live and grow old and pass with dignity and humor, even when you had very little else. She taught me that people are going to be people no matter what you do, so be good to the people that matter to you; and be good to yourself. I think I know how you feel, Debate Slayer. My grandmother passed many years ago and when I reach a point where I don't know what to do I still hear her admonishment:

"You might just as well laugh as to cry..."

Rest in peace, Grandmother.

 

[Debater Slayer]

As the first grandchild I, too, had a special bond with my grandmother. She taught me how to tell jokes and ghost stories. She taught me how to live and grow old and pass with dignity and humor, even when you had very little else. She taught me that people are going to be people no matter what you do, so be good to the people that matter to you; and be good to yourself. I think I know how you feel, Debate Slayer. My grandmother passed many years ago and when I reach a point where I don't know what to do I still hear her admonishment:

"You might just as well laugh as to cry..."

Rest in peace, Grandmother.

I think she, at the very least, did a great job on the humor part, from what I can tell.

Thanks for sharing this great post about her.