I’ve been slowly going through my grandmother Rose Ridnor’s notebooks and writings, and found the poem below:

Remember me

 Let me not be forgot.

Remember me

Short days ago, I was among you,
now I sleep in quiet rest.

Remember me

That I lived and loved,
and left my mark for all to see

Remember me

That I was not perfect
nor without blemish,
yet nor was I without virtues,
without humanity.

Remember me

For the good that was in me.
All else let slumber.

Remember me

And the spirit that was me,
shall rise out of the darkness
into the sunshine.

Remember me