Go. Go be With Jesus,
Go and dance with your man,
Go and play with my babies.
We can handle the rest.
Run. Run away home,
Run and never grow weary,
Run and finish your race.
We can handle the rest.
Fly. Soar up to heaven,
Fly and leave all the pain,
Fly and live forever.
We can handle the rest.
Dance. Dance on two legs,
Dance and sing your praise,
Dance and bask in the glory.
We can handle the rest.
Know. Know that you are loved,
Know that you are missed,
Know as you are known.
We know you have earned your rest.
A few weeks ago, my husband’s grandmother died after a long fight to recover from a car accident. This poem was my way to say goodbye and process the loss of a beautiful, humble, godly woman who adopted me as if I had always been her granddaughter.
Mabbat 
That is a beautiful tribute to Nanny. She was a precious, godly, wise woman who took me in as a granddaughter from a very young age. She will be missed by many!
That is beautiful, Anne. Although I only knew Nanny a few months, I can tell she was loved and adored by many.