A Note to My Grandmother

A week ago, Saturday, we held a memorial service for my grandmother, how passed away earlier this year.

I barely made it through my eulogy, so I decided to post it here, so that people attending could actually understand what I was trying to say.  And for those of you that weren't there, you can see a glimpse of how my grandmother touched my life.

I’d like to thank everyone for coming today. It is an honor to be a part of a service to remember such an amazing woman. Since I learned that we would be here today, I have been thinking a great deal about Grandma and what she meant to me, and everyone here.

Over the past few months, I have been reflecting on a song that I enjoy. The song is from the musical Wicked. The title is “For Good”. The character is singing about how she has been changed for the better … For Good. But also about how she has been changed for good … Forever.

Throughout our lives, people are brought into our lives for many different reasons. Some to teach us, some inspire to us, others to nurture us and help us grow. Both Grandma and Grandpa were brought closer to us to help our family through a very difficult time. With my own family now, I can only imagine what Dad went through. And, without so much as a second thought, Grandma and Grandpa packed up their car and moved to Cincinnati to take care of three boys and help run a household.

Using what Dr. Dobson calls the left hand of love and the right hand of discipline, Grandma began to shape me and change me For Good. There were many days, readying me for kindergarten, carpooling with Tim Hunter and Jason Mayes. There were many nights perched at the top of the stairs (with knitting needles in hand), that she kept watch for ne’er-do-well boys who were thinking about sneaking out of their bedroom after lights-out. There were countless times she dragged a comb through my hair before shuffling off to Crestview Presbyterian. Grandma was dressed in her light blue Sunday outfit; Grandpa in his sport coat and fedora. Never a complaint; always with a hug and a kiss.

Both she and Grandpa have left an indelible mark on me, and all of those they touched throughout their lives. She has, Forever, left her hand print on both my heart and soul. I know we will meet again someday (although I am hoping it isn’t too soon!). And when I do, I’ll let her know that so much of me was made from what I learned from her.

Have I been changed For Good? You bet I have.

Have I been changed Forever? Without a doubt.

I’ll never forget you, Grandma. I love you.