How I Hope You Remember Me: One Grandma’s Eternal Wish

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It’s been a while since I sat down to write a letter to my grandkids. Did you know that writing letters and keeping a journal are what inspired me to start Grandmawise in the first place? I’ve always loved creating little keepsakes for my grandchildren—pieces of me that they can hold onto, even when I’m no longer here.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about how I want to be remembered—by my friends, my children, and most of all, by my grandkids. I started writing down my hopes and thoughts, and I’d love to share them with you. Maybe you’ve felt the same way too.

To My Beautiful and Beloved Grandchild,

As I sit here, it’s hard to find the right way to begin. Not because I don’t have words, but because it feels a little strange to think about how I’d like to be remembered.

First, I hope you remember the laughter. I always tried to find a reason to smile, even when life was tough. Maybe it was because I believed laughter really was the best medicine. Or maybe it was because life is just funny sometimes—especially when I mistook the oven mitt for the cat without my glasses!

I also hope you remember the strength you carry from me. Not just the kind of strength it takes to open a stubborn pickle jar (though I had my victories there too). I mean the strength in your spirit—the courage to face hard times, chase your dreams, and keep going even when life feels stormy. It’s the strength that helps you find the rainbow after the rain—and maybe even taste my “everything but the kitchen sink” casserole along the way.

When you catch the smell of cookies baking, I hope it takes you back to my old kitchen. Remember how we made more than just treats—we made memories. A cookie could tell a story, bring back a moment, or make an ordinary day feel like Christmas.

I hope you also think of my curiosity. I never stopped learning, even if I sometimes confused new gadgets or even mixed up Siri with a neighbor! I laughed at myself, and I kept trying, because life is better when you’re always learning.

Most of all, I hope you never forget how much I loved you. I was proud of every little thing you did. I hope you remember the twinkle in my eye whenever I looked at you. No matter how grown-up you become, you’ll always be my shining star—the grandchild who could brighten even my cloudiest days.

And finally, I hope that when you remember me, you don’t feel sadness. Instead, I hope you feel love in your heart, strength in your spirit, and a smile on your face. Think of life as a grand adventure, meant to be savored—like Grandpa’s Sunday roast, enjoyed slowly, with joy, plenty of gravy, and maybe a little trouble keeping the peas on the fork.

With all the love in my heart,
Grandma

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