Eulogy for My Grandmother

I truly don't know where to start. I don't know what to say. The words are bubbling under the surface and the thoughts are all disconnected, like small bits of poetry. I've said a lot about my grandmother over the past couple of weeks and it causes me such pain to say goodbye. So much of this pain in selfish. I want more time. I want more of her laughter. Her hugs. Her sharp wit. If I can take comfort in anything, it is that she is no longer in pain. For the past few years, as her health deteriorated, she has lived with such pain. I am glad that she can finally be free.

E. Kubler-Ross said "Death is simply a shedding of the physical body like the butterfly shedding its cocoon. It is a transition to a higher state of consciousness where you continue to perceive, to understand, to laugh, and to be able to grow." My grandmother was a devout Catholic and even though I am her "heathen" granddaughter, I hope her afterlife takes her exactly where she wanted to be. Where she should be.

Mommom, I love you dearly and I will miss you more than I can express.