When I leave behind worn out old bones
And go to my eternal home,
I’ll still remember those remaining here;
My children, grandchildren will still be dear.
Just as you’ll always love me in your hearts,
I’ll love and remember you though I depart.
Remember as I live a life that’s sublime,
I will pray you love life as I did in my time.
Talk of me often, I’ll listen from there—
Each mention of me will remind me you care.
Don’t ever forget me, but don’t sorrow in vain;
Remember, dear loved ones, we will meet again.
In memory of “the other grandma”–Name Withheld