Comments on: Memories Matter Most: Goodbye Grandma Evelyn

By: Life Coach Susan

Life Coach Susan — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 03:50:09 +0000

We all have such wonderful memories, don’t we?
So fulfilling to embrace these wonderful moments of life.
Makes everything better.
Makes everything okay again.

((( hug )))

Susan

By: Lorrie C

Lorrie C — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:13:35 +0000

Thank you Susan for sharing that! As my grandmother is aging, I keep reflecting back. She did a wonderful job as a mother, grandmother, wife and friend. I have her influences to thank for the person I have become.

She is now 85 … and one of the things I am pleased with myself , is that as an Adult I have always visited or called her on a weekly basis (minimum) on my own. I have not wasted a moment or a thought expressing to her how thankful I am for her and all that she has done for me. I have let her know in all ways how much I love her. She has been my Rock.

Memories are beautiful. I cherish them all.

By: Matt Osborne

Matt Osborne — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 08:09:15 +0000

Thanks sweetie. Grandma would be very moved by your sentiments about her.

Love you,

By: Barbara

Barbara — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 01:44:33 +0000

What a precious memory to a life well lived and a beautiful tribute to a woman well loved.
I too have so many fond memories of my Gramma, an amazing woman who could make hanging out the wash or scrubbing the front porch not just fun but a fond memory almost 50 years later.
I can only imagine how proud your Grandma Evelyn must be of you.
May your many fond memories embrace you.

By: Eileen Hannan

Eileen Hannan — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 23:09:15 +0000

This is very sweet & thought provoking.

Thanks for sharing.

By: Patrenia

Patrenia — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:55:07 +0000

I’m so sorry to hear about the passing of your grandmother. From your writing, I can tell that she really did her job as a grandma and was very special to you.

One of my special memories: I grew up in a rural area. My father and grandmother had gardens where they grew corn, peas, greens, sugar cane, etc. I can remember riding on the tractor with my dad when he would have to plow the garden. I would sit on the part that covered the big back wheels.

Now, I live in the city and my kids don’t get to experience that, but I guess they will have their own memories.