Before my life
began, your light
was growing dim.
You were going to
Heaven. I wish you
didn’t have to leave
because I never got
to meet you. I miss
you so much. I wish
we could’ve read and
played together. I wish
I could’ve held your
hand while we took
a walk together…
I can’t see your bright
smile that daddy told
me about or your pretty
brown eyes. I can’t hear
your voice, either, but I
know you’re my Angel in
Sometimes, I want to visit
Heaven just to tell you,
“I Love You.”
(These thoughts are in memory of my
mother-in-law, Diane, who passed away
in January 1991 – written from my young
daughter’s perspective, who was born
later that same year.
Of course, Diane never met our son,
either, who was born four years later.
And even though that was a long time
ago, it still breaks our hearts that she
never knew her grandchildren.) ❤
Lauren Scott ©
28 thoughts on “Their Year”
Beautiful Tribute. 🌹
Thanks so much! 🌹
What a beautiful tribute. Thanks for sharing, Lauren. I miss my Mamaw. ❤️
Thanks, Jill. We continue to miss our loved ones, and it’s just so sad that she didn’t meet her grandchildren. The good thing was, though, that she knew I was pregnant, so she passed knowing she was going to be a Grandma. ❤
By the way, I’m enjoying your book, half-way through. 🙂 💗
Aw…thanks, Lauren. I’m happy you’re enjoying my book. Thanks so much for reading! Happy weekend! ❤
That’s always very sad, but happens quite a lot.
It’s all a part of life, but the hard part, and I’m sure it does happen often…
Grandparents are loved that much! Thank you for telling us Lauren…you made my day with your lovely thoughts. Stay blessed!
Aww, thanks so much, Balroop. Your comments always brighten my day or night. 🙂 I’m sure Diane knows we love and miss her so much. Wishing you a lovely day!
This is poignant and tender, Lauren. It’s sad your daughter and son never got to meet their grandma….glad you’re keeping the memories alive for them. ❤️💕
Thanks, Betty. It’s something that we never forget, but we’ve talked about her a lot throughout the years so they’ve grown to “know” her. Hugs and have a good day! 💖💖💖
She would be proud of you today, Lauren. Heartfelt ♡ A shame your kids didn’t get to meet her.
I was fortunate to know her for three years, and she was a great woman. We shared memories of her with the kids when they were little, and to this day, we talk about her. So, I’m sure she knows that she is loved and dearly missed even after all these years. 🙂 Thanks for your lovely comment, Audrey, and wishing you a wonderful day. 💗🌼
Another beautiful tribute Lauren. 🙂
Thanks so much, Ian. I thought I’d bring this old one forward for a walk down memory lane. 🙂
Oh, Lauren, this is a beautiful and heartfelt tribute! I’m sure she looks down and smiles when she sees her grandchildren, and they are lucky to know her through the stories you tell. Love and hugs, my dear friend.
Thanks so much, Michelle! I know she’s smiling from above. Lots of love to you, and Happy Weekend, too!! ❤️🌻
A tender and beautiful letter poem, Lauren. It is so hard when our children do not have the opportunity to meet and get to know our parents … I am sure this writing follows many chats with your daughter. My son was lucky enough to know my grandfather (with whom he had a wonderful and enriching relationship/friendship) and has heard so much about my grandmother he often mentions he wishes he could have met her too, heard her singing, tasted her bread, shared her laughs! I hope through my and my mother’s reminiscing that perhaps he does … and that your daughter too can feel the warmth of her grandmother’s nature through your words. Hugs xx❤️
Thanks so much, Annika, for your lovely comment and for sharing about your son and your grandfather. That is amazing, since I didn’t know any of my grandparents. I only vaguely remember my dad’s mom because she passed away when I was little. Fortunately, my children have known my father-in-law, who is about to turn 95 (still drives!), and my parents, who lived to be 90 & 97. Our children learn so much from their grandparents, so it’s wonderful when they have the chance to know them. I’m also sure through the stories about your grandmother your son feels the warmth of her love and nature, as you said. Sending hugs, my friend…xoxo
A beautiful tribute to the special place grandparents play in our lives, Lauren. I was fortunate to spend special time with both of my grandmothers during childhood. However, both grandfathers passed long before I was born. Your poem brings tears as I imagine how wonderful it would have been to laugh and play and live in their presence. Thanks so much for sharing this poignant piece.
Thanks so much, Bette, for your beautiful comment. I’m glad you had the chance to know your grandmothers. I only remember my dad’s mom a bit, since she passed away when I was little. My other grandparents passed away before I was born. I, too, wish I could’ve had those heartwarming memories of spending time with them and listening to their stories. Thanks again…❤❤
Grandparents have a beautiful love for their grandchildren – and I speak both as a grandchild to my grandfather who passed away when I was 13, and now as a grandfather to 3 lovely grandchildren.
Wonderful tribute, Lauren.
True, Eric, and our children learn so much from them, listening to their life experiences. My grandparents passed away before I was born, except for my dad’s mom, but I was little when she passed away. So, my memories are vague. At least our children have learned and loved Diane through our memories and stories, and they’ve been fortunate to know my father-in-law (almost 95), and my parents who lived to be 90 & 97. Memories…
Thanks for your lovely comment, and I’m glad you have wonderful memories, as well as, being a grandpa yourself! Take care, my friend…
That’s so nice that she wanted to write this to her grandmother. She must have felt her love all along. Love and hugs!
Thanks, Sheila, but I actually wrote this years ago when she was a toddler, so it was more from her perspective. 🙂 Throughout the years though, she and my son have felt Diane’s love and have grown to know her from our stories and memories. We definitely wanted them to know what a great woman she was and a wonderful grandma she would have been…Love and hugs to you, too!
Family may be so precious. Or so hateful, so hideous, so destructive. So glad yours went well.
Yes, they can be all you mentioned, so I’m extremely grateful that there is no hate or destruction in mine. Just missing loved ones..
That’s what I gathered.