She reached across the table,
Placed her hand on top of the familiar wrinkled, now spotted, hand of her grandmother that lay resting on the white linen table cloth.
She seen a tear escape her blue eye and slide down her grief filled, tear stained face.
Watched as a sigh left her lips, lips that had soothed her own little girl, troubles, aches, and pains during her youth.
She knew that her grandpa was in a better place. She also knew that the sadness that radiated from her grandmother was joined with relief.
Relief that he was now no longer in pain, that he was happier, and in a better place.
He was playing cards with the angels.