"Do people get young again in heaven?" my little niece innocently asked me on the ride to the cemetery.
"I hope so," I replied. "You will have to ask God."
Our procession took a beautiful route through the piney woods of Alabama. We even saw some turkey cross the road. The graveside service was short and they put my grandmother into the ground. Everybody dispersed and found their ways home.
Earlier, at lunchtime, many of the little old ladies at my grandmother's Methodist church served the family lunch. It was a casserole affair which thrilled me. I even got to eat some classic green bean casserole that was delicious.
I am saddened by the loss of my grandmother, but surprisingly upbeat today. She lived a long, full life. These last few years she was miserable. I hope she finds peace where ever death lands you after life on earth.