A very special grand on the porch...

My soon to be nine year old granddaughter visited me today. She sported long braids and such a smile. She asked so many questions about the burial we attended for an uncle and friend she knew well. What is a funeral? I answered, A celebration of Uncle Mike's life. How did he fit in that box? Where did he go? Will he come back? Why is Aunt J crying? Another little grand said sadly, He took the music with him, (he was the family guitar man). It is hard even for us as adults to digest the facts. Days ago he sat on the porch with us all and today he has returned to dust...