Life moves on

We buried my Granny on a snowy hillside in a green(her favorite color) casket with silver handles. She buried under a huge shade tree and even in the midst of the cold weather and blowing snow I smiled knowing her vessel would spend eternity in that shady spot.
We were all together speaking on the love she had for all us. We laughed and cried at the Grannyisms we all came up with. In a time when black women couldn't vote she raised a family and purchased a home. In a time when she had to sit in the back of the bus, she was years ahead of her time.
I am sad for our loss, but happy for her eternal rest.
Love you Granny, I know you are watching over us with your fur coat and boots on...ALWAYS fierce.