Beth! This is so beautiful and I thank you for sharing it with us. What a wonderful tribute to what seems like an incredible woman. Grandmothers are so special, aren't they? The timing of this post is remarkable — my grandfather passed away this week and I'm charged with writing a eulogy for Wednesday's service. I'm daunted, but this post of yours spurred some memories and ideas for me. THANK. YOU. !
The comment about interrupting a holiday dinner was priceless. We farm and I’ve lived that in our earlier years with hogs and later cutting milo or millet, once on Christmas Day and later on prom night in . . . April! It was a long wet fall and the crop stands in the field a long time.
My in-laws were visiting this week while my husband was away. My six year old has been begging to go to a nail salon for a pedicure, which I had told her flat out was not going to happen. I don't think I got my nails done in a salon until college? Maybe later?
But then her grandmother suggested she take the six year old to get her nails fone. My instant reaction was to say no, because I still think the idea of a six year old getting a pedicure is ridiculous. But then I thought, "This is exactly what grandmothers are for." So my daughter had the time of her life getting her nails done and hopefully made a memory with her "Bunny" that will last a lifetime ❤️
I’m so glad you did that! With my grandmother’s passing this week, one of the things I remembered was how special and grown up I felt going out to lunch with her and her friends or sitting at her vanity or going to the beauty parlor, so I hope this is the same kind of formative experience for your daughter. ☺️
Just lovely. Thank you for sharing this with us. I’ve never given a proper eulogy. I said a few words at my own grandmother’s service a few years ago, but I spoke off a set of bullet points. So smart of you to write this out in entirety and save it.
Thank you for sharing. I loved both of my grandfathers beyond words. My Grandpa Shep (dad's dad) was tall and had the biggest, warmest embrace. He was my savior when I was 13 and my parents divorced (my father got in soooo much trouble when he arrived home at 2:00am after his first date to find my Grandpa waiting with me - I was alone and worried and this was 1980, so no cell phones). Growing up we had Friday night Sabbath dinner with he and my Grandma Dorothy. My Grandpa Joe (mom's dad) was a slight man, a prominent DC attorney, with the most outrageous sense of humor. My brother, cousins, and I used to get in so much trouble for laughing at some of his antics. We had Sunday dinner with them every week and regardless of where we ate there were etiquette violations. I'll always remember asking for a roll and some butter (it was in individually wrapped pats) at a restaurant and he tossed both to me! My Grandma Helen was a pro at ignoring him - my mom not so much! I hope my future grandchildren will remember me fondly.
I gave a eulogy at my mother’s funeral two months ago, after her death from Alzheimer’s, although it was nowhere near this eloquent! But so many things you describe sounded like my mom. And I so agree that when a loved one suffers from this disease we become accustomed to interacting with the person we know them to be, and that is its own kind of comfort. Curiously I haven’t been as devastated in the months since as I expected to be. I think maybe having an indelible personality which has impacted me in so many ways means that she doesn’t feel far away. You have captured this idea beautifully.
Beth! This is so beautiful and I thank you for sharing it with us. What a wonderful tribute to what seems like an incredible woman. Grandmothers are so special, aren't they? The timing of this post is remarkable — my grandfather passed away this week and I'm charged with writing a eulogy for Wednesday's service. I'm daunted, but this post of yours spurred some memories and ideas for me. THANK. YOU. !
I just got home from my own Grandmother Joyce’s funeral so the timing of this post is giving me chills. Thank you for sharing.
Oh how we grieve those we lose piece by piece. This eulogy puts your grandmother back together in a beautiful way. Thank you for sharing.
This healed me a little. 💟
The comment about interrupting a holiday dinner was priceless. We farm and I’ve lived that in our earlier years with hogs and later cutting milo or millet, once on Christmas Day and later on prom night in . . . April! It was a long wet fall and the crop stands in the field a long time.
Beth, that you for sharing Grandmother Joy, her wisdom & wit and your deep love for her with us. Such a gift.
This is the best thing I've read in months. Thank you. Gonna spread Grandma Joys wisdom to my grandkids!
My in-laws were visiting this week while my husband was away. My six year old has been begging to go to a nail salon for a pedicure, which I had told her flat out was not going to happen. I don't think I got my nails done in a salon until college? Maybe later?
But then her grandmother suggested she take the six year old to get her nails fone. My instant reaction was to say no, because I still think the idea of a six year old getting a pedicure is ridiculous. But then I thought, "This is exactly what grandmothers are for." So my daughter had the time of her life getting her nails done and hopefully made a memory with her "Bunny" that will last a lifetime ❤️
I’m so glad you did that! With my grandmother’s passing this week, one of the things I remembered was how special and grown up I felt going out to lunch with her and her friends or sitting at her vanity or going to the beauty parlor, so I hope this is the same kind of formative experience for your daughter. ☺️
I’m so sorry about your grandmother. I think that feeling of being special and grown up is exactly how she felt 🥰
All that to say, grandmothers are so special and thank you for sharing your Grandma Joy with us.
Just lovely. Thank you for sharing this with us. I’ve never given a proper eulogy. I said a few words at my own grandmother’s service a few years ago, but I spoke off a set of bullet points. So smart of you to write this out in entirety and save it.
This is so lovely and wise. I want to print out Grandmother Joy's advice and hang it on my wall! Thank you, Beth.
Thank you for sharing. I loved both of my grandfathers beyond words. My Grandpa Shep (dad's dad) was tall and had the biggest, warmest embrace. He was my savior when I was 13 and my parents divorced (my father got in soooo much trouble when he arrived home at 2:00am after his first date to find my Grandpa waiting with me - I was alone and worried and this was 1980, so no cell phones). Growing up we had Friday night Sabbath dinner with he and my Grandma Dorothy. My Grandpa Joe (mom's dad) was a slight man, a prominent DC attorney, with the most outrageous sense of humor. My brother, cousins, and I used to get in so much trouble for laughing at some of his antics. We had Sunday dinner with them every week and regardless of where we ate there were etiquette violations. I'll always remember asking for a roll and some butter (it was in individually wrapped pats) at a restaurant and he tossed both to me! My Grandma Helen was a pro at ignoring him - my mom not so much! I hope my future grandchildren will remember me fondly.
stunning 💔🥹
That was good. Sometimes helps to be reminded. Good work, that.
❤️ thank you for sharing this piece of Grandmother Joy with us.
So beautifully written! And what a wonderful lady.
I gave a eulogy at my mother’s funeral two months ago, after her death from Alzheimer’s, although it was nowhere near this eloquent! But so many things you describe sounded like my mom. And I so agree that when a loved one suffers from this disease we become accustomed to interacting with the person we know them to be, and that is its own kind of comfort. Curiously I haven’t been as devastated in the months since as I expected to be. I think maybe having an indelible personality which has impacted me in so many ways means that she doesn’t feel far away. You have captured this idea beautifully.