MaMaw

Tonight I went to the funeral home. My grandmother passed away Wednesday morning. I was afraid to look at her for fear she wouldn't look good. After all, I've always said that people in funeral homes don't look good. They look dead. Granted, I knew she was dead when I looked at her. And who goes to sleep with their make up on and lipstick like they were getting ready to go to church? But I have to say, the woman lying in that coffin looked more like my Mamaw than she did the last time I saw her. Even though she had on makeup and lipstick, and a fresh manicure, that was the way I want to remember seeing her. When I was a little girl, she went to the beauty shop once a week to get her hair fixed. She always dressed well, and loved her scarves. Tonight she had on a pretty blue skirt and jacket. She also had a brightly colored scarf loosly tied around her neck. Didn't look at all like funeral clothes. I'm sure it was one of her favorite dresses. And her lipstick was the same shade she always wore to church. Yes, she looked dead, but I'm glad I got to see her one last time. I cried, but it was selfish tears. She's so much happier now and can RUN if she wants to. She hasn't done that in a while. Not any 100 year olds run that I know of. But she's the only person I've ever known who lived that long. I'll miss her.