Yesterday, while our family sang in church, as my fingers smoothed the tangles out of my daughter’s hair and my husband whispered the meaning of the elements of communion again to our son, our grandma left her earthly tent and met her inheritance, King Jesus. The earth didn’t shake, I felt no flutter in my spirit, but she left all the same. It’s now the day after and the sun still dared to wake and the grocery store line is as long and grumbling as it has ever been. An entire human, a mother, wife, sister, and grandmother will soon be buried in the ground. Skin once caressed, embraced, adorned,…