a new chapter

My grandmother passed away on Thursday. She wasn't even my biological grandmother, but I couldn't be close to my grandparents because they lived on the other side of the planet. So, I became rather attached to Jo, my late Grandma. I would send her cards, she loved cards, and I hate them, but she'd put them out and show them off and they meant more to her than jewels. I would also send her flowers that she would keep outside so that they would last for a month, instead of keeping them inside for everyone to see.
It's the idiosyncratic things that make us miss them. It's all the things that you thought was unreasonable, or embarrassing or just generally displeasing that our sorrow attaches to. I'll miss her racist comments, her incessant chatter, her horrible cooking. I will never have these things again.
Mostly I'm jealous. She's up in heaven. She deserves it, she's put in a lot of time on this shitty rock and now she gets to kick it with Jesus, and Einstein. I just want to see her again. She's talking someone's ear off in heaven. It's weird, but I miss that the most. It's so quiet in this house.
We found the perfect place for her remains. I took some pictures of the area. She'd really like it here.