Lament and Tribute to Grandma Beverly

This is the poem I wrote and read at Grandma's Services. I wanted to post it here, in her honor.

What can I say about the mother of my father?
I loved her, admired her, and adored her.
And to think about her, I have many recollections.
I remember her as Red head, Blond and Brunette.
I remember her confidence, and her strength.
I remember visiting her at Christmas, as she assured me that Santa would find us even at her house in Filmore.
I remember her visiting for my high school graduation, and coming to see me preform for State Honor Choir.
She was always so proud of all her grandchildren, and she always told us so.
I remember when she first saw Lindsey, her oldest great grandchild.
The pride and joy on her face unmeasurable.
I remember visiting her in Las Vegas. She knew where the best buffets were, and all the free shows.
I remember her playing Harry Belefonte on the radio, dancing and singing, truely happy.
I remember when she was diagnosed with breast cancer.
Her strength shined so bright, as she fought it off.
Following that, she had many hard times, but always she would put on a brave face to me.
Everything was always fine, because she was always doing her best.
She would never give up.
Now she is gone.
Did I tell her I loved her enough?
Did I tell her how much I admired her?
Did I visit enough?
No.
Time and distance made excuses that carried the "I love yous" and visits away.
But I always knew of her love, and I hope she always knew of mine.
And although there will be no future visits, there is always the cherished moments together, etched into my memory forever.
I will always love you grandma.
I will always miss you.
A part of me will always be sad you are gone,
But I will survive on the many memories you gave me,
And I will never forget the courageous, confident woman that you were, as I try to follow your strong example.