When I put her 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 pluck her 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. I then realize that this will be the last time she does my grandmother's hair. As I begin this new task, I look at my grandmother's face, knowing that it's just the shell, and even though it's technically my grandmother, it doesn't look like she's sleeping . His body lacks something, almost something light. This just shows that the body is not the person but the mind is the real person. His spirit is not here in this body but beyond the veil; where she wanted to be. I then have a flashback to the time when grandmother was still