On Thursday, I got to say goodbye to my grandmother, Helen Zubek.
The service was small, a handful of family and friends gathering to say one final farewell to a woman we loved for over 91 years.
She wore a simple blue dress, the choosing of her two sons. I found the choice to be fitting, due to the fact that when I was growing up, all I knew was her in dresses.
In her hands was a white and gold rosary, which matched the one her husband had when we laid him to eternal rest 19 years ago this month. They were finally reunited.