Dave was in his van driving to his great grandmother’s funeral. His sister, Vicky kept asking questions, “Is Oma in heaven?” “Will we see her again?” Mom usually had the answers to these questions.“Now Oma will look a little different,” Dad said. “Mom helped Grandma dress her up yesterday.”
They got to the church the same time as their cousins. Dave’s brother, Peter jumped out to see his cousin Trevor. They rushed inside to see Oma. Dave saw Grandma crying by Oma’s casket. He rushed to hug her. Then looked at Oma. “She looks different all right,” he said. She had lipstick and a pretty dress on. He went to see the pictures. He recognized some of them, some looked old.
Dave, Peter, and Trevor started to get bored, so they decided to take a walk around the church. It was Trevor’s first year at Dave’s church. They showed each others classes, the chapel, the nursery, kitchen, and everything.
Finally, it was time to bring Oma’s casket to the chapel. Dave was in the front with Grandma. Dave, Peter, and Trevor sat in the front row.
Grandpa started speaking on the stand that seemed bigger to Dave.
“Sandra R. Dangarmer,” he began.
To everybody it was long, but to Dave it was important words.
Tears sprinkled from Dave’s eyes. Every word that was said gave Dave one tear.
He had a few reasons why he missed Oma, she gave them treats, clothes, and warm Blankets. She gave them money and always said to pay tithing, and she loved them very much.
Dave just wanted to run, open the casket, use some magic and bring her back to life. Except they were taking the casket to the car. Dave went right in front of the casket.
When they got outside into the hot August air, A flower from the patch of flowers dropped. Dave picked it up and tugged it close to his chest. Dave wanted to run into the back of the car and bring the casket to Grandma’s house.
Dave sat in his van still clutching the flower in his hand. He couldn’t believe what happened.
When Dave got home, he got ready to go to Oma’s grave on Sunday. He wrote a note to Oma:
Dear Oma,
Thanks for making my life better. I wish I could see you again. I wish you were here. I am crying my eyes out. I miss your soft blankets, the clothes you make, your presents, and mostly, you!
Love,
Dave
P.S. I’ll miss you so very, very, very, much!!!
Dave stapled the flower to the paper.
Sunday afternoon at Oma’s grave, Dave was the first to stare at the stone that said:
Hear lay Sandra Rueton Dangarmer
Dave placed the paper on the soft dirt. Tears ran down from Dave to the paper. Mom came over and hugged Dave.
“I bet she is happy,” she said.
Dave suddenly stopped crying. He hugged Mom tighter.
“I hope she is.”
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