A letter to my grandma.
Dear Por Por,
How are you with Jesus? I miss you much.
You have been gone for 6 months, and there isn't a week that goes by where I didn't think of you.
I missed your welcoming voice, the chats we have and the warmth of your smile.
Sometime when I think of you, those memories are so vivid that its as though you are still around.
The sudden jolt of realization that you are gone, is sometimes too much to bear. Tears roll and heartaches, I lost an important part of my life the very day I saw you took your last 2 breath.
I lost someone who believed in me, who encourage me and who listen to me.
I really wish I could hear you, see you and feel your warmth again. Sadly, that will never happen.
But I know life must go on, I must be strong even when I am weak. Just like you said, Look to Jesus for strength to carry on walking.
I am lost for words and wish I know how I can express myself the grieving process I have been going through these past 6 months. I could only say time never thoroughly heal, but the fear of forgetting you feels like a heavy load. for 33 years of my life, you were always around but now for the next 30, 40 maybe even 50 years, I'll miss you.
Your great-grandson misses you from time to time too. He has grown much and getting more cheeky but still as lovable. He would sometimes ask, where is ah-tai. I would often tell him ah-tai is in heaven with Jesus and we'll get to see her again someday.
I love and miss you.
Sincerely,
Your grandson.
The words you spoke so wisely
Have never been so clear.
All the lessons that you taught me
Still remain right here.
I am left here wishing
To hear your voice one last time,
Once more to hear you sing
That I am your sunshine.
You told me it would be all right,
But I feel that isn't true.
The only thing to make this better
Is if I was there with you.
I know this isn't possible,
But it's hard to think it so.
I know you're now not suffering,
But I hate to see you go.
I'd let you wear that fanny pack,
I swear I wouldn't care,
Just to have you back one more time,
Just to have you there.
I'd give a million dollars,
To read one last email,
To decode that secret message
About treasures from a sale.
I know the pain will slowly leave,
And your memories will stay,
Your time with us was special,
And it is often replayed.
My sunshine was taken,
Now my skies are left grey.
Oh, the things that I would give
For only one more day.
You were more than just a Grandma,
You were my best friend.
My life has changed forever,
But I'll still love you 'til the end.
How are you with Jesus? I miss you much.
You have been gone for 6 months, and there isn't a week that goes by where I didn't think of you.
I missed your welcoming voice, the chats we have and the warmth of your smile.
Sometime when I think of you, those memories are so vivid that its as though you are still around.
The sudden jolt of realization that you are gone, is sometimes too much to bear. Tears roll and heartaches, I lost an important part of my life the very day I saw you took your last 2 breath.
I lost someone who believed in me, who encourage me and who listen to me.
I really wish I could hear you, see you and feel your warmth again. Sadly, that will never happen.
But I know life must go on, I must be strong even when I am weak. Just like you said, Look to Jesus for strength to carry on walking.
I am lost for words and wish I know how I can express myself the grieving process I have been going through these past 6 months. I could only say time never thoroughly heal, but the fear of forgetting you feels like a heavy load. for 33 years of my life, you were always around but now for the next 30, 40 maybe even 50 years, I'll miss you.
Your great-grandson misses you from time to time too. He has grown much and getting more cheeky but still as lovable. He would sometimes ask, where is ah-tai. I would often tell him ah-tai is in heaven with Jesus and we'll get to see her again someday.
I love and miss you.
Sincerely,
Your grandson.
The words you spoke so wisely
Have never been so clear.
All the lessons that you taught me
Still remain right here.
I am left here wishing
To hear your voice one last time,
Once more to hear you sing
That I am your sunshine.
You told me it would be all right,
But I feel that isn't true.
The only thing to make this better
Is if I was there with you.
I know this isn't possible,
But it's hard to think it so.
I know you're now not suffering,
But I hate to see you go.
I'd let you wear that fanny pack,
I swear I wouldn't care,
Just to have you back one more time,
Just to have you there.
I'd give a million dollars,
To read one last email,
To decode that secret message
About treasures from a sale.
I know the pain will slowly leave,
And your memories will stay,
Your time with us was special,
And it is often replayed.
My sunshine was taken,
Now my skies are left grey.
Oh, the things that I would give
For only one more day.
You were more than just a Grandma,
You were my best friend.
My life has changed forever,
But I'll still love you 'til the end.
only if you don’t know “the secret”. What is that? I’m glad you asked.
The secret to pleasing your wife is to make her feel safe and
treasured. You may have to move out of your comfort zone to do this at
times. She won’t always readily translate the oil change to love, though
it means that. But let me give you a “secret question”–a question you
need to ask her often. It’s not just in the asking, though. Be sure to
focus your eyes on hers, maybe even touch her shoulder or face, and then
ask: “What’s on your mind these days? “ And then be ready to
listen. She wants you to draw her out. She will perceive this as your
protection over the matters of her heart. Tenderness, listening,
protection. That’s what she wants.