Goodbye Grandma Fran

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.