She'll never know

I'm re-reading and reposting this because she would be so proud.


She'll never know the woman she's named after.

She'll never know the funny things she said
or the funny things she did.
The way she tried to tell a story or a joke
or the crafts and items made with love.

God has a plan that we sometimes don't understand.
We question why. Why did he have to take her now?
Matriarch of the family. The glue that held us together.
We just have to trust in His wisdom.

There is a peace today.

A peace in knowing a mothers love.
A grandmothers care.

No she'll never know the woman who she's named after.
Unless we tell her.
And we will. Everyday.