DADDY'S MOTHER DIED

My fathers mother, gram-ma, died during my recent return home while I baby-sat my nephew, Katchas.

I attended the wake and the funeral. The wake was somber, yet it was like a party. Everyone seemed to be celebrating her passing. They all had something good to say about her.

It was rich with loud music, varied foods, chatter and laughter. It started early in the evening and lasted late into the night.

At the church, I wondered why everyone was crying. I could not understand, because she looked as if she was sleeping peacefully in that comfortable wooden box. It was lined with a very soft satin covered bedding.

At the church there were prayers and hymns sung, just as when she were alive.

Somehow it just didn't sink in for me that she had died for good. Or, that she was dead and gone for that matter.

I don't think that I was very bright for the age of almost 8 years old.