My Grandmother is a Firefly

On phone with Mom, who just returned from delivering Grandma's ashes to Korea. She tells me they buried some of her ashes next to my grandfather and sprinkled more atop Moo-Deung-San, a lush green mountain that my family visited, together, often. Her oldest sister and younger brother and their family friends had a small ceremony and a meal there; the rains had stopped, monsoon season ending—

Mom then tells me that night fell before they knew it. And, under a clear sky, up rose thousands of fireflies from the places where they sprinkled my Grandmother to rest.

My Grandmother is a firefly. Mom says (and I know) that since Grandma is such a busybody, now she can travel up and down, traverse Heaven and Earth as much as she pleases. No more confinement to a narrow bed. No more bones to fuse and bow.

Instead, wings and wonder and a bejeweled glow—

Rest In Peace, Grandma.

Thank You, Mom. You did so much good.

My heart aches in all the best ways this morning...

“All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems... But all these stars are silent. You-You alone will have stars as no one else has them... In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars will be laughing when you look at the sky at night..You, only you, will have stars that can laugh! And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me... You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure... It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince