Grandma Pat, I already miss you. When I think of you, I remember so many positive life experiences. When I was younger we enjoyed puzzles, Rummikub, delicious produce from your garden, a candy dish that was always full, pinball, pool, and Bingo. Later on, when I became a mom, we bonded over the trials and tribulations of raising 3-4 kids. In the last few years, we have enjoyed many video chats (that were just as socially/emotionally helpful for me as they were for you) and a couple of in-person visits (with my mom) where we enjoyed being together - just us girls - even if we were all reading our books or playing our electronic games in companionable silence. I know you were ready to be done, so I am happy you finally got your wish, but I am sad we won't get to make anymore new memories. As I struggled to find acceptance of your passing, I felt compelled to capture your essence from these past few years and preserve it in the form of a poem. Without further ado, here it is:
I’m Still Here
I’m still here, I used to say
When asked how I was doing that day.
I’d smile, wave, give you big hugs.
We’d talk, read, play, and sip from our mugs.
I’m still here remembering
The joy and struggles my life did bring.
Did you know I learned to fly?
Cared for siblings, connected phone lines?
I’m still here and bored to tears.
I worked really hard for years and years.
I raised four kids, ran the house,
Managed the books and cared for my spouse.
I’m still here, I’ve had my fun.
Enjoyed Black Jack, Bingo; golfed a ton.
Loved to read and play games, too,
Like Solitaire, Bridge and Rummikub.
I’m still here and so lucky
To have a family who all loves me.
They’re good, true and shine so bright.
I know I must have done something right.
I’m still here, but wearing out.
My fortitude was never in doubt.
Didn’t want to worry you;
I protected you from what I knew.
I’m still here; I’m in your hearts.
I’ve just moved on to different parts.
Sorry to go out this way,
But though I’m gone, my love will stay.
I’m still here. 💙