I am laying here writing this letter to you,
Because I have nothing else to do.
I think about you dearly,
It is seen very clearly
You meant so much to me.
Teaching me to be everything I can be.
I treasure every moment we have had
And I am so glad
For all the things that I have learned from you
Teaching me always to be true
Teaching me wrong from right
Helping me to shine bright
Teaching me how to cook
Telling me to read a book
Teaching me to be strong
And not worry when things go wrong
With all the problems, you helped me get through
I am who I am because of you
I am going to miss you each and every day
But the memories I have had with you will stay
I am going to miss not talking to you on the phone
And having you listen to me moan
I am going to miss our long talks
And the times we went for walks
I am going to miss not holding you in my arms
And all of your charms
But I know you will be here
Each and every year
Until the time we will meet again
And be together till the end
I love you Grandma JMary
My grandma, my pal, my friend, my hero
to my grandma
Irish Men
There are only three kinds of Irish men who can’t understand women— young men, old men, and men of middle age.




