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Eight-year-old Becky attended her very first funeral.
Standing alongside her grandmother’s open casket, her mother said, “Rest in peace, Nana.”
Becky reached inside the coffin and felt the soft pillowy lining.
She remembered how the miserable old gal often complained of her dreadfully hard bed, her wretched bad back, and her husband’s constant snoring.
But instead of the usual etched frown, Becky saw a rare smile lifting her grandmother’s painted wrinkled lips.
Looking up at her mother’s tear-filled eyes, she whispered, “Nana looks like she’s enjoying her new soft bed. I think she is finally resting in peace now, mama.”
Standing alongside her grandmother’s open casket, her mother said, “Rest in peace, Nana.”
Becky reached inside the coffin and felt the soft pillowy lining.
She remembered how the miserable old gal often complained of her dreadfully hard bed, her wretched bad back, and her husband’s constant snoring.
But instead of the usual etched frown, Becky saw a rare smile lifting her grandmother’s painted wrinkled lips.
Looking up at her mother’s tear-filled eyes, she whispered, “Nana looks like she’s enjoying her new soft bed. I think she is finally resting in peace now, mama.”
