A ‘Thank You’ for all that you meant to us

Birthday remembrance

Where do we start, how do we begin? Such a lady to honour a tribute to sing? A wife, a mother, a grandmother like her, We are sure there will never be another. Many were the roles she played in her life, Welcoming both happiness and strife.

For her, it was the gift of simple faith

She trusted her Maker right unto her death. Troubles, she had many, much more than we knew.

But, she never was tired or weak, her smile only grew. She always had time to wipe someone’s tears, To hold a hand or just be near.

She was always a teacher but a student too. From hardships in life valued lessons, she took. She left an impression in every life she touched. She lived her life, no book taught that much. Generations passed through her from all walks of life, Never finding a better teacher of delight.

To us she will always be ‘our darling Grandmother’. She played all our childish games, though silly and funny.

Her jokes could never be matched by any.

To make us smile, to make us laugh, we think it made her happiest.

To have us sit and talk by her side, made her days the sunniest.

She played the piano and taught us to sing,

And, always to God our praises bring. When the home was untidy, we could hear her echoing voice

Telling mama ‘boys will be boys.’ When she knew she would someday be gone

She imparted “bring up your children close to God.”

Her parting words to the family were to “Stay close and love one another, be united As a family and be there for each other.”

With great lessons and such love,

She filled the pages of her life and always promised To keep watch with heaven’s angels.

There is so much of her that now is not there. A person to teach, to love and a life to share. Though quiet she got, as older she grew. Seated in her saree quite a command she drew. Our maids adored her patience, her touch and smile. We miss preparing her wonderful Christmas Cake. This is a ‘Thank You’ for all that you meant to us. And the grandmother we knew and cherished. For all the enjoyable birthdays and Christmases. For thoughtful gifts and grammar lessons.

But most of all the letters that you wrote…

No gift could ever give more or be more ‘precious’ to us.

Ravin, Priyan and Harin Fernando (grandsons)