Update of those postcards from Italy

I was looking through my sometimes-forgotten blog, and I saw the post I made about the cards I bought from an antique store. My grandmother passed away this May, and I had never given her the postcards, like I wanted to. It's just that, I waited too long, and before long she wasn't even mentally aware of her surroundings. Then I remember the night before she left us, I could hardly get close to her because I just wanted to cry. I did before long... I cried that whole week, and I still feel sensitive to the realization of her being gone. But for her wake, I wrote on one of the Florence postcards, and I gave it to my aunt to put in her coffin. I'm not sure what happens after you die, but I really hope she was somehow able to see what I left her. Honestly though, I have a lot of questions about God and heaven now. People have to die, though, and nothing lasts forever. I guess.