A poem for Grandma:
When I think of you Grandma, my heart fills with love. I take comfort from knowing you are watching from above.
Each time I see a robin or a white feather, I will take a moment to recall the lady I will miss forever.
Your love, kindness and generosity knew no bounds, to know you really was to
love you, as cliche as that sounds.
I will deeply miss our chats, we talked about everything. Sometimes we would just sit together and listen to the birds sing.
Eleanor and Imogen will grow up remembering the Grandma they adored, please know that that Matt and I will not keep the memory of you stored.
Until we meet again, please know you are loved beyond measure, our one in a million, our Grandma, our treasure.
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