Rest In Peace, Gina

As far as funerals go, my Godmother's was one of the best I have ever been to. Her minister sat with us last night and listened to us tell stories. He did a fine job of gleaning information about her and incorporating it into a true tribute to her life. He truly captured her spirit (Feisty!).

There were some hard moments for mom. Especially when they closed the casket. But the service was so full of life, a true celebration of her. It was easy to laugh remembering the stories he shared, even though the difficult memories of these last few years will always linger.

I am waiting for the dam to crack. I've not lost it yet. I've shed some tears, but not cried. It sounds awful, but I am truly glad she is gone. She was so undeserving of the final years of her life. She was such a good woman. It was just not fair.

As the minister said, she is in heaven now, talking up a storm. Catching up on all the things she had to say these past few years. And when she is finished, she will pick up her brush and paint again, using the heavens as her canvass.