A Letter to my GrandmotherA Story by RachaelThis is a letter I wrote to my grandmother when she died. I read this at the memorial service. Grandma, When I went to visit you in the
funeral home, I noticed something different… you had makeup on. And the first
thing I thought was “that’s not my grandmother”. Dad said you never wore that much
makeup in your life, and anyone who knew you as long as he did would know why.
You never needed it. Certainly not when you were younger, according to the
pictures and stories; you were beautiful. By the time I knew you, that hadn’t
changed. Sure, you grew old, but your beauty was as apparent as it was fifty
years ago. Everything about you was beautiful. Your smile, your charming laugh
that chimed like a little bell, and the way you would wink at me when you told
stories of high school and teenage boys and young love. And I never once heard
you raise your voice. There was no one in your life who didn’t adore you. It was hard not to, the way you
told stories in perfect detail, your soft, honey-sweet voice, inviting and relaxing.
The most beautiful thing about you was your stories. All the stories of being
young, being courted by so many young, handsome boys, the adventures you had,
the freedoms. Your storytelling abilities preserved after so many years, it was
thrilling to listen to you, no matter the tale. You said I reminded you of you in
your younger years. I can’t imagine anyone ever being as sweet, gentle, and
beautiful as you. I hope I have inherited some of your better qualities. I
don’t doubt there are many people in
this world that would want to be as charming, wonderful, and loved as you were.
In the same way that you never needed makeup on your face, you never needed to be anything but your own
charming self, because we love you just how you were.
Love, now and always, Rachael © 2013 RachaelAuthor's Note
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