I remember when I was 8 years old my Aunt Pauline passed away. (Granny's sister) This was the first time that I witnessed my Granny get emotional. The day after the funeral I asked my mama if she thought Aunt Pauline was happy in Heaven now.
"Of course- I'm sure she is flying free like a bird"
Now being 8 years old this confused me a little because my Granddaddy always would say that Heaven was a wonderful place, where everyone was happy and that there was an endless supply of his favorite cigars there- not that the people were birds. So I asked my mama what kind of bird she would fly as when she went to Heaven.
"Oh, I'm gonna be a Hummingbird.. because they are beautiful and like sweet thing..just like me"
Let's make a cake...