Priscilla Limon
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Grandma…
You really made it to Heaven
My beautiful queen is shining brighter than ever —you’re just not here with us.
I can see you now… healed, glowing, probably walking through Heaven with that same quiet grace but still a little diva energy, because that was you. Soft… but strong. Gentle… but glamorous. You carried yourself like royalty without ever having to say it.
And now you’re finally home. No more pain. No more weakness. Just whole. Just free. Just wrapped in the arms of Jesus.
I don’t know how I’m going to walk into your house and not see you sitting in your spot. That chair was your throne. That was where love lived. Where prayers were whispered. Where we knew we could always come and be safe.
You didn’t just love us as grandchildren.
You loved us like we were your own babies. Fierce. Protective. Unconditional.
And your hugs… Grandma, your hugs were different. They weren’t just hugs. They were covering. They were comfort. They were “everything’s going to be okay” without you even saying it.
You were glam. You were gentle. You were strength wrapped in softness.
A sparkle queen with the biggest heart.
Heaven didn’t just gain another angel.
It gained a woman who loved her family more than life itself.
I miss you already in ways I can’t even explain.
But I’m going to live in a way that gets me where you are.
So wait for me.
Tell Jesus about me
Save me a seat.
And shine a little extra up there.
I love you forever, Grandma. 🤍✨
