My sweet Grandma Fawn left his world last month and I’ve been Thinking about her a lot today.
It’s hard to say that death can be beautiful, but my Grandma’s was. I think I can say that more freely in this case because of what I believe happens after we die. I believe death is not the end. I believe that my Grandma is with my Grandpa and her son and her grandson and her twin sister and others who have gone before. I believe she is no longer burdened with the ailments of this life. She is free. Fly away, Fawn. I love you.