Birth date: Jul 22, 1943 Death date: Apr 28, 2026
Ester Gustavsson Pratt was born in New Haven, Connecticut, on July 22, 1943. She lived a life devoted to learning, service, faith, and family, touching countless lives through her compassion, wisdom, and love. Ester earned a Bach Read Obituary
My grandmother was more than family—she was my foundation.
She was my moral compass, my cheerleader, my safe place, and the woman who helped shape me into who I am. She taught me strength, discipline, resilience, and the difference between what is easy and what is right.
She didn’t just love me—she built me.
And even in her absence, I am still standing in her light. She will be eternally missed.
My grandmother was not just family—she was my foundation.
She was my first example of strength, discipline, and survival. She showed me that a woman could come from nothing and still build a life of dignity, intelligence, precision, and force. She taught me that love is not just softness—it is standards, sacrifice, accountability, and showing up. She was my moral compass, my coach, my cheerleader, and the roots that kept me standing when everything else shook.
She helped raise me in every sense of the word. She taught me to speak when words failed, to sing when I couldn’t talk, to read, to think, to fight for myself, and to understand the difference between what is easy and what is right. She shaped my voice, my mind, and the woman I became.
She was not perfect, and neither was I. We had disagreements, hard years, sharp words, and wounds—but underneath all of it was something unshakable: love. The kind of love that forgives, even at the edge of death. The kind that remains when pride, anger, and time fall away.
She was my safe place to call when life hurt. The voice that could cut through chaos with brutal honesty and make the world make sense again. She was the person who could remind me who I was when grief tried to erase it.
She was my compass, my witness, and my light.
And now, even in her absence, I am still standing in that light—carrying her lessons, her standards, her love, and the impossible weight of knowing I can never fully repay what she gave me.
Because some people do not simply love us.
They build us.
She built me.
Ester my friend 🧡 no more pain, no more suffering, fly with the angels hun. We love you and will miss you tremendously
