Love You, Tam

My Great-Grandmother Meg used to say that at the time of death, a guardian angel will come down from heaven to escort a dying person to their new home. According to my mother, Meg described this angel as being a deceased loved one. The two would then walk up a golden staircase and live in a heaven filled with mansions.

I know that my sister is with Meg now and that they are probably playing dominoes again, drinking tea, eating shortbread cookies and singing Oats, Peas, Beans, and Barley Grow.

Knowing my sister, she might be looking down right now and laughing at her little brother and the harp rendition of Oats, Peas, Beans and Barley Grow. In that case, I remember her coming to the NYS Fair a few times to listen to this guy