Although sad at first, my feelings have taken a sharp turn and I now feel a sense of peace and happiness. Her passing was not an enemy. Like Rev. Waco said "Death came as a friend to her." The cards handed out at her vistitation say:
"God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be
so he put his arms around you
and whispered "come to me"
with tearful eyes we watched you,
we watched you fade away
although we loved you dearly
we could not make you stay
a golden heart stopped beating
hard working hands now rest
god broke our hearts to prove to us
he only takes the best."
I am happy now. She lays next to my grandfather, who I know is happy to see her again. While we cried, he cried also. Yet his tears were different. We cried tears of sorrow, he cried tears of joy, happy to once again be reunited with his long lost love. For this, I am happy. She never really left us. The color of her eyes reflect in my mirror and her name echos everytime mine is said. The lessons she taught and the ones she never learned replay in our heads and the memories of her will bring us smiles, and an occasional tear.