The following weeks, I drive around making funeral arrangement. I find a wonderful location in Covina, which is halfway between Los Angeles and San Bernardino, at Forest Lawn. The spot overlooks the San Gabriel valley as well as the City of Pomona. On a clear day you can see for miles.
On November 20, ten days after she passes away we bury her. Her funeral is befitting of a queen. She is transported from the chapel to her resting spot by a horse-drawn carriage with a precession of cars slowly following. My eyes are overflowing with tears. Once we arrive at the spot a trio of guitar players plays my grandmother’s favorite music. I sing along with them, just as I had done in the hospital when she asked me to sing to her.
The workers soon begin to lower her into the ground. Each time I see her further down I cry passionately. It’s a mixture of sadness and anger. I bite my lip while cursing the workers for lowering her. It isn’t before long that the process is over and grass covers the location where my grandmother once was. Slowly people begin approaching me, giving me their condolences before leaving.
I- once again- am the last one to leave. I stand over her final resting spot crying, and whisper, as though I am whispering into her ear, “I love you Grandma. I will miss you.” And I blow her a kiss. I walk to my car and I drive away with my eyes out of focus.
“I know that she is everywhere now, protecting me… my personal guardian angel.” I say as I drive away.

The End.

very nice,thank you for sharing this.And yes she is everywhere watching over you