Frozen in time, great-grandmother once again stood firm in her youth. Faintly grinning, it was hard to deny her beauty. From her flowing black mane tamed into a sea of symmetric ringlets to the glittering jewels embracing her clavicle, she looked casket sharp, almost ageless. I had not seen her this at peace since great-grandfather’s funeral. There she had worn a tailored white pants suit in celebration of his life; a dissimilar ensemble to the loose-fitting gown now draping her plump frame. She wanted to be comfortable for her homecoming; said, “I wish to dance to every hymn you sing me. I will foxtrot your somber sorrow, waltz along your…
