As I put the slippers on her feet, I feel like I'm dressing a cold doll. My mother starts styling my grandmother's hair and asks me to tweeze my grandmother's eyebrows when I finish the task I'm currently working on. The process of preparing my grandmother's body for viewing seems to be relaxing for my mother. Then I realize that this will be the last time she will be able to do my grandmother's hair. As I begin this new task, I look at my grandmother's face knowing that this is just the shell, and even though she is technically my grandmother, she doesn't look like she's simply sleeping. His body is missing something, almost something light. It simply shows that the body is not the person but the spirit is the real person. His spirit is not here in this body but beyond the veil; right where he wanted to be. Then I have a flashback to when grandma was still