The Earth Rebelled

I went home to the Okanagan for my grandma's funeral a little over a week ago and wanted to share some of my experience. I feel better writing about it now that I have had some time to grieve. My grandma was very connected to the earth, as I shared in my last post, she had an insationable green thumb. The morning of the funeral we woke up to an unseasonal snowstorm. The first snowfall. My grandma loved the first snowfall. At the burial if felt as if the whole earth was rebelling, mourning the death of our matriarch with us. The funeral flowers, red and white roses, were dusted in a fine sprinkling of beautiful sparkling snow flakes. The large mound of dirt that stood beside her grave sparkled as the sun poked through the clouds.

The funeral service was difficult, but very honoring to my grandmother's memory. Her casket was just as she would have chosen - baby blue with bright metallic flecks. Her eyes were beautiful bright blue! At the funeral my uncle graciously allowed me to read a eulogy to my grandmother.

I miss her, but I am doing much better! Thank you all for your prayers and warm wishes.