my great grandmother,
josephine matthewson,
left this world 2 long days ago.
selfishly, i miss her and long for one more hug.
but the truth is that she was ready to depart from her body.
yesterday i was sitting on my stoop,
appreciating the earth's beauty,
just as she taught me to do.
i caught a glimpse of a lovely yellow butterfly
and was instantly consumed by her scent of femininity.
it was a brief moment,
but,
i have no doubt that it was her,
showing me that she is free and dancing into another universe. 
she's certainly not
"resting in peace",
thankfully.
