in ever loving memory of

From your Grandchildren:

In the forest, there is a house, Surrounded by flowers and mountains.
The house is old and creaky,
But it is filled with love and laughter.
The house is a place of peace and tranquility, A place of memories;
Of good times and bad.
It is a place where families gather, And where friends come to visit.
The house is a special place, This house is my grandparents
A place that will always be remembered.
It is a place that will always be cherished, A place that will always be loved.
It’s strange how genetics work.
When you look at someone and see another’s shadow, their resemblance so
uncanny that you do a double take when you’re not paying attention.
Wait what, was that paathi I saw? Oh, it’s just Daiyanti.
Thank you for giving me people to love.
“Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.”
Paathi worried about many things. Thata didn’t show his worries.
They both loved us in different ways. We’re all lucky children.

From your great-grandchildren:

Where our hearts are set,
It doesn’t matter if we’ve met, May we remember memories made,
Our love for you will never fade.
We miss you both so much
Although memories are a haze
We love and miss you both so much
For you both we very loving, kind and full of care.
All is well, with you both deeply fused in our soul.