Burial Moon

And so we said goodbye to Grandma Rose.

Our family surrounded her with prayers, laughter, and love. And then, alone with her son, she heard the final, welcoming silence.

Or perhaps it was singing.

She had one last ride (or was that a first?) in the back of a pickup truck before being laid to rest in a desert cemetery.

It’s a long way from her starting place in New York City, but the view is great.

Descanso en paz, Gramita.

You are miraculous.

We love you.