We have a tradition in our family that started seven years ago when my mother-in-law passed away. Every Mother's day we go to the grave site and sprinkle rose petals around the head stone. Then we will share some of our favorite memories we have of her. This year Sean wrote a poem as a tribute to this wonderful mother. It's a great way for the younger kids who only knew her as an invalid to know her better.



Grandma’s Legacy
by Sean M. Fackrell
Let me tell you a story,
Of a woman kind and loving.
A woman of wisdom and beauty.
A woman who raised my father
And cared for all and every life.
This wonder woman, I regret to inform
Is no longer with us, in human form.
But not even death and decay
Could stop this woman from fighting dismay.
You see, she was sick for a while,
Diseased, curses of men and mortality,
Plagued every breath and blink she gave.
She fought her time,
not for her sake take in mind,
but for her family at her side.
Her love unable to suffer the pain
From the sight of their tears.
Her love so great, she fought death
Till she was alone, so her living love
Should not witness her final breath.
And with her pass came pain.
And I found myself fighting the tears
I desired to shed, for this woman
I never knew.
As time passed, the pain remained.
And the day of burial entered the frame.
But no dreary darkness threatened that day,
But a shining sun, and children’s laughing
Filled death’s yard.
Hypocritical and disgraceful some would say,
Disrespecting such a marvelous woman’s memry.
But t’was not mortals, such as I,
Who caused joy and celebration,
But this woman, adamant with fighting despair,
That even in death quelled our fears.
This woman, who loved so pure,
Who would rather die alone
Then have her children witness death,
Was with us that funereal day.
Refusing us the shedding of a single tear,
Making us smile not frown,
Laugh not grieve, reminding us
Her legacy, not filled with pain or tears,
But love never ending.
That is the memory of my grandmother.