My Grandmothers Eulogy

I buried one of my best friends today.

These are some things that I know about Bonnie Witt:

Never did she judge me but always did she love me.

I always thought the bond we had was unlike any other, until Harrison was born and stole her heart.

She was always giving but forever stubborn.

She loved her family more than anything else in the world. Even if raising three boys was part of what made her just a little kooky!

We would bake together, read together, and sometimes cry together. Above all we would have fun together. She used to make me laugh until my stomach felt like it would burst.

She helped me get through the loss of my mother. In a time when I felt like I had no one, she was my someone.

She loved the color purple as well as classical and opera music. We would listen to The Fairy Ring on tape whenever I would fall asleep at her house.

She would keep my secrets and give me advice, although I never listened, because I am also stubborn, a McGlynn family trait.

We would talk about the loves of our life and the elusive “Captain”. At times, she was the queen of TMI or too much information.

She was a very private person which also made her very lonely but didn’t know any other way to live.

She was both book smart and street smart, a rare quality to have and one that I always admired.

Her sense of humor was perfection but she was a spitfire when she was mad.

She loved her dad, Pop, very much and was always so sad that I never got to meet such an incredible person.

Our love for each other was the best kind of love, one that is created out of mutual respect and understanding. I got her, and she got me.

She loved books and poetry, and read every Danielle Steel book known to man. There was a time I was convinced that she may even be Danielle Steel.

With that being said I would like to read one of my favorite poems for her because I myself am also a lover of words:

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

These are some things I know about myself:

I miss her.

I love her.

I will never forget her.