My mother in law passed on last week due to aggressive lymphoma. The day she died I was in attendance with other family members including my youngest daughter who has special needs. My daughter said she wanted to go home for a while so I brought her home. Soon after this the phone rang with the news that my mother in law had died.
I told my daughter and asked if she'd like to go back up and see granny.
"No" she said and ran down to her bedroom and returned with a photograph of granny at Christmas surrounded by family.
"This is Granny" she said. That was her way of coping with the loss.
She would not look at her granny in the coffin but kept her happy memories.
On the day of the funeral I helped carry the coffin and lower it into the grave. During the service, every so often I'd feel a hand on my shoulder and I'd look down at my daughter. She'd give me a big smile and a hug.
Once again my daughter proves that the "Lord giveth etc" but in my daughter's case she just "giveth and giveth and giveth...."
Anyway my mother in law was a classy lady about whom I cannot say a bad word.