memories & hope

For the woman who has cherished each one of us...

my beautiful Grandma.

It was somewhere in between
watching her soul go ahead,
and watching her body fight to stay,
that we felt hope…

Tears of sadness,
at the memories laid behind us.
Tears of joy,
at the hope that lay before us.

We were in between celebration
and mourning.
But we had hope.

In everything that came to pass,
from here on out,
we would carry the memory of
her life,
her love,
and her laughter.

And we would not only
find ways to honor her
memory,
but keep it alive with us.

This was her legacy…
A circle of the love,
that she had instilled in each of us.
A unit of the strength,
that came from the woman
she had always been.

It was in her memory,
we found the most hope.

To live with a purpose
she would be proud of,
a love that would challenge hers,
and a willingness to laugh
that would bring a smile
to the angel she now was.

We are her legacy,
finding our footing…
In between memories and hope