My grandfather was waiting for a dance, jokes at the ready. Her mother was waiting to sit with her on the big porch in rocking chairs. Her father had a huge hug upon arrival for his baby girl. Her brother had a tennis racket in hand and one by his side for her, a match long overdue. An army of friends, family and animals that had gone before her lined the music-filled, lavender entrenched gates, led by Muffy the German Shepherd and Taffy, her Golden Retriever. She walked so many souls home in her 99 years. It is now her turn for peace. Heaven will delight in her company and name a simple corner Quaker Acres now, and the breeze will flow through just right at dinner time. You can close your eyes and feel it, she will make sure. None of us here know quite what to do without her, as she’s carried us all through a lifetime. But, for her, as she would demand, we will carry on, in time. It is and has always been my honor to be the only granddaughter of Marge Michener. As she would tell me, “You know, we just clicked from the very beginning.”
My memories are so vast, they’ll surely work to repair a broken heart, in time. Love you, whole heart, my beautiful and extraordinary Mom Mom. 45 years, well, it simply wasn’t enough. As it goes with time, as you said it would be, there is simply never enough. 
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