I said, "Oh no babydoll, that's a picture of Grandma taken a long time ago at a place called Yellowstone."
Charlotte then asked, "Mimi, what does Heaven look like?"
I said, "Well Char, that is a very good question. What do you think Heaven looks like?"
She quickly replied, "I think Heaven is yellow. And that God is wearing an orange jacket. And that Grandma is wearing a purple vest. And I think Gracie is also wearing a purple vest."
Her mom and I just looked at each other and half smiled. You know, the kind of smile that has joy and sadness attached to it.
As we are about to mark one year since my moms death, and nearly 5 months since Grace died, I think I will go with my innocent granddaughters vision of Heaven.
It sounds colorful. And happy. And my mom and Gracie are together. That brings me peace. I think I will close my eyes and think of that today.