
He had lots of good "chats" with Grandma, even when she just felt like sitting. She had a great way of captivating him into whatever adventure they were on, even if she just played along from the chair. One of the last adventures at our home was that they were Jonah aboard the ship and in the whale(right on the sofa).
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Another thing that Ryan wanted to do for the "celebration" was write a poem. I love the way little minds think. So he composed, and I put it on paper. Although it might be missing rhyme and rhythm, it brought tears to our eyes and would make Grandma proud! Here goes... it's Ryan's words with no deletions or additions. Grandma, you read books to me when I was little and when you came to our house you played with me.
You gave me lots of Highlights(the magazine), toys, and books.
You taught me lots of nursery rhymes.
When it was Easter you died. All of us were really sad. We went to your funeral. I know you couldn't see us and then me and Mom and Dad got to bring flowers home. I got to keep one in my room and we planted a tree in our backyard to remind us of you.
I know you can't see this, but I have your toys and that birdie you gave me. I'm making lots of new friends at school and I remember I got that wrestling toy for Easter at your house.
I'm really really happy that you are with God, but sometimes I still feel sad. We are going to look at your book (scrapbook mom made) and remember you.