I’d like to tell you about the day of my Great-Grandmother’s funeral.
It was a long, hard day for Mommy and I, but we were grateful to be there.
Mommy told me I was a real trouper.
And I told Mommy she was a real trouper, too, for carrying me around the whole day because I was so tired and wanted lots of holding from my Mom.
(Consequently, she made the very painful realization that high heels and one pair of feet are not meant to support three people at the same time for hours on end. Ouch!!)
One of the treasured and special moments of the day was when I got to see my Great-Grandma in a quiet room at the church.
Mommy was touched by how sweet and tender I was toward her.
And how I seemed to instinctively understand what had happened to her and that she was with God.
Throughout the day, I also got to meet my Grandma’s siblings.
They were sad to say goodbye to their Mother, but happy that she no longer suffered with Alzheimer’s or missed their Father who was already with God.
And even though it was only for a little while, Mommy really enjoyed seeing another sister and brother who were able to come.
She also really enjoyed seeing this.
Me and my cousin, Makayla.
Makayla was so sweet and always wanted to be with me and tried to entertain me when I’d let her.
It was a great help to my Mom, who thinks Makayla is going to be a phenomenal mother someday.
And I listened very carefully to my Mommy and didn’t step on people’s headstones.
She didn’t say anything about not touching them with my tie.
So I figured it was okay.