I’ve had my run; baby, I’m done. I’m coming back home.

Though it’s hard to let you go, there’s comfort in knowing where you’ll be. It is said that death is the doorway into eternal life. This isn’t the end, but rather, the beginning. You left your mark in our hearts and that’s where you’ll always stay until the day we see your face again. Until then, we’ll look towards the sky and feel you in our souls. There is rest for the weary. Rest in peace, grannylindpants.

                                                                              04/01/09