As I coast peacefully 6 miles above the Earth, I stare at the clouds and think of you.
It’s been 48 hours since I saw you lowered 6 feet below the Earth.
Your pine box the final resting spot in a life filled with homes of all shapes and sizes.
Eternal slumber near your long-gone parents.
Will you meet my mother again?
And finally learn of your only daughter’s cruel fate.
You had 90 years.
That is more than a blessing.
And you made the most of them.
Until robbed of your memories.
You fought until the end.
You will always be missed.