We're not grieving in the normal sense. She wouldn't want it. Instead, there is an emptiness and the sharing of humorous stories. One daughter talked of her round bed. The other, her burnt orange carpet and her "rocking 70's decor." When I broke the news to my girls, I told them Nan, as we called her, and Aunt Madeline (her sister) are now fighting in heaven.
I can hear Nan laughing over that.