Grandma Mert

She was light and lithe and lovely. Most did not see her enter the sanctuary. The mood was somber. Death does that to a church. It was Grandma Mert’s funeral. Many people were hugging. There were a few tears, but not many. She was a spiritual woman; there was no cause for alarm. Some of us heard the harp music. Others did not. Two of the children could see the faerie. They did not think to mention it at the time. One mentioned it many years later After she saw a similar woman in a photograph Her grandmother, as a young girl. Young Mert.