Farewell Cora Morgan

Granny Morgan's wake was last night and my husband Tom and I were planning to go. The craziest thing happened while we were on the way. First I have to mention that the driver's side door on my husband's truck has been getting harder and harder to latch lately and he has to replace the mechanism in the first place. We were on our way to the wake and had just gassed up and were getting on I-40 when his door just flew open! He pulled over on the on ramp and tried to get it to close but it just wouldn't latch so we had to get on I-40 while he held the door closed until the next exit so we could get off the interstate and drive back home. I was pretty upset at having to miss the wake and my best friend Kendra was helping us by watching our children at the time so she volunteered to drive me in her safe Honda with the 2 kids to the funeral service today so I wouldn't miss out on paying my respects and saying goodbye. She is a true friend, I don't know what I would do without her. I owe her one big time! So instead we drove to High Point today and got there a bit late for the service so we waited in the parlor with my children while we listened while the service went on. I'm a bit glad things happened the way they did. It was an open casket viewing at the wake and I don't think I wanted to remember by grandmother any other way than alive. They said there were over 300 people at the wake last night, I can believe it. She was truly a wonderful woman. She gave birth to 10 children, 9 surviving today with 21 grandchildren and 16 great-grandchildren to carry on her legacy. After the service many of the family members went back to her house to have lunch and prepare for the journey to the mountains where she will have a second funeral service tomorrow and be buried there by Granddaddy in the family graveyard up the hill from the old house they raised their family in. She did say that she would be going back to the mountains one last time to stay and she was right. We will forever miss you and keep you in our hearts Granny Morgan.

Cora Etta Grant Morgan
August 27, 1918 - December 31, 2007

I must end by mentioning my daughter's reaction and point of view today. I didn't know how to explain it to a soon to be 4 year old when she asked where we were going today only to tell her that it was time to go and say Goodbye to Granny. When we got to Granny's house after the service my daughter looked at Granny's usual chair and saw that it was empty and asked where Granny had gone. Again when we were in the car driving back home she asked why she did not see Granny. Kendra simply explained that she was not there because she had gone to heaven. Where is heaven? Well it's everywhere, but mostly it's up above us. That seemed to satisfy her enough for the moment. Later tonight after my husband got home from work she told him that Granny was in an airplane going to the mountains. You've got to love the mind of a child! I'm sure Granny would get a kick out of it too.