Ancestral poetry

My Grandmother, Diane (Owens) Bailey passed away last night after a long illness. She was comfortable and at peace with her three daughters around her and had had many happy visits and conversations over the last few weeks with siblings, spawn and friends from around the country. Rose and I were able to visit her last week, look over some wedding photos and laugh about getting rained on before the ceremony. We are so glad she was able to join us for that happy day, and many others over the last 7 years she has lived in Colorado. Before she left us she was able to pass on one last nugget of wisdom which I recount below: There once was a man from Nebrask, Whose balls were made of spun glass. When they clanged together they played Stormy Weather and lightening shot out of his ass. Godspeed Grandma Love, Matthew