Swinging In Heaven

Where is she? I whispered. She is magical, no telling where. Her parents pointed to the ceiling. I went to the roof. Saw the stars. She is higher than that, her brother told me. She has gone to the heavens. She is up there swinging now. I was surprised he was okay with this. But she had suffered for a long time. She is swinging in the stars Loving her new life Suffering no more The moon winked at me You will be okay Grandma