This beautiful woman with the heartwarming smile is my grandmother. You can see in her bright eyes that she is full of love, joy, and hope.
My grandmother passed away last Saturday.
Surprisingly, I must admit that I have returned to California from South Carolina with a bit of happiness and contentment instead of devestation and sadness. One would think that the death of my grandmother, especially a grandmother that was there up until the end, I would be incredibly distraught.
I am not afraid because I can feel her.
At the funeral home to view her, I stood at the casket with a smirk on my face, jokingly whispering to her how expensive the last-minute flight BACK across the country was and how I knew she was smiling down on us. She looked beautiful, a smile on her peaceful face. She was in a stunning white outfit, something my Grandmama would definitely sport out to church (they nicknamed her "Ms. Glamour"). And as I stood there looking at the body of my Grandmother, less than two weeks after being home and seeing her full of life, I felt so at peace and so comfortable, almost giddy.
At her house, you can still feel her presence.
I will miss my grandmother. Even now as I think about her, my thoughts of sadness are quickly replaced with the joy she brought to not only me, but everyone around her. That smile, that laugh, those words of wisdom. That chocolate cake she brought to me the day before I left Charleston two weeks ago.
You will be missed, Mrs. Mary L. Clement LaRoche. Grandmama. Take your rest. See you in the stars, in my dreams, and ever time I look in the mirror and smile at myself. I love you.
Listening To: "Together Again" - Janet Jackson