"They got mansions in heaven & the angels are building one for me right now" "

So, my Gma J died on May 26th. She passed away in the way that everyone describes as best - she was sleeping in her bed and my mom (her daughter) and my brother and dad were there. Mom says that she just-stopped-breathing. I love my Grandma. She was 94, but it doesn't seem to matter that she was supposed to go. It's still really sad. I keep thinking up all of these lame metaphors and similes for how it feels. I just keep wondering what she's doing right now. I know that the modern person is afflicted with doubt, so there are a lot of people who think she's just . . . gone. Those words even echo into the lame metaphors for me.

I love my Grandmother. I miss her. I choose to believe that I will see her again. I want to scream the f-word at anyone who disagrees with me. Obviously, I'm still sad and it's masking itself as anger.

I made this slideshow of my Grandmother's life. She was a dancer. She loved my Grandfather. She was a single working mother. She was a part of every single important thing that ever happened to me (and some very bad hair decisions). This was played at her funeral Mass.

"Walk around on streets of gold all day and never have to worry 'bout what these customers say .. Saving the best for last for me"...Marc Cohen...