i just got home from the funeral. i didnt handle it very well and im still not. i hate the fact that shes gone. i regret not being there to say goodbye. my dad just told me a story about what happened the day before she passed away. my dad was standing there holding my grandmas hand and he was asking god why..and he was hurting..he turned around, and in floated a feather from a dove, my dad told me he put out his hand and it landed in it. and right then my grandma told him that that was the feather of her angel that was going to take her "home"...and right when my dad realized this, the feather floats off his hand and my dad went and chased it and caught it...i dunno. it amazes me for some reason. as much as i miss her right now, im happy that shes in a better place right now.