For Christmas one of the gifts I gave my Grandma "Wee" was a blank notebook. I wrote a little note in it asking her to tell me things about her parents or just anything that I may not know about her and my family.
I realized that I do not even know my Great Grandparents first names. Now that's just wrong and well, sad. It's strange how as a child we feel so close with our Grandparents wanting to go to their homes and love spending the night with them. And then when the teen years start, we tend to drift apart and take them for granted. Then before you know it we are starting families of our own and realize how important it is to have them in our lives. And a lot of times by then they have passed away. Wee is the only Grandparent I have left and I am very Thankful she is here spending time with Pebbles.
Let's not take them for granted and we should tell our children how important they are and how much they truly love us. I know Pebbles absolutely adores her Grandparents and Great Grandma Wee.
The memories of childhood are never forgotten and are often in the forefront of our minds.
A Grandparent's Love
It seems like only yesterday
Our lives were just beginning.
Your love for us never failed,
Our hearts continually mending.
It is strange to watch the time fly
Before our very eyes,
Which reminds me of the blessing,
That we have you in our lives.
To have yet to feel the touch
That's as gentle as your hand
The closeness of our family
One could never understand.
As each of our lives
Continue to change,
Reflections of your love
In each of us remains.
You have pointed out the path
And led us along the way;
The wisdom you have planted,
We each still hold today.
You sheltered us through childhood
And saw us through today,
Taught us of the Lord above,
About faith, and how to pray.
One day we'll all be in heaven
Dancing on the throne,
Praising God for giving us
A family like we've never known.
No matter where our lives may go,
We will trust the Lord above
And through it all always thank Him for our grandparents love.
9 comments:
Precious post. Just precious.
I think it is the same everywhere - the growing up and growing away. It's even Biblical in a way... leaving parents (and grandparents for that matter) and cleaving to one's spouse. But it still makes me feel a bit guilty when I think of the times that I didn't visit or didn't call when I could have.
Beautiful post! Did you write the poem? It was great!
That is truly an awesome Christmas gift idea. I am sure she felt so valued and cherished and you will benefit from her precious words of experience.
That is a wonderful post, and a wonderful idea. You are lucky to have Wee;) And she, you.
You are so true.
I am blessed that I still have all four of my grandparents. Every day, I live in fear of getting "that" call. But, I don't really "know" them. I don't know my great grandparents names. I don't know where our ancestors came from. I don't believe they do either. My grandmother is part Native American. However, now she can't remember from what tribe. Lost history. Makes me sad.
Well said! I have always been close with my grandparents, but sadly, but my cherished grandma has Alzheimer's, and is slipping away a little more each day. I wish I had heard of the blank notebook idea a few years ago!
You are just too cool!
Great idea, girl! I may have to steal that and do it in the near future.
That idea is really sweet and creative!! I will have to remember this one.
It amzes me how in the four generation photo, you all look so much a like!!! Must be good genes...
Love ya,
Marlene
I hope your grandmother will fill that journal out for you. Those memories are so priceless.
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