Sitting silently in church pews grandma by your side, sit in silence and contemplation essences are present and overwhelm in auric envelopes, we always did this on Sundays every weekend as grandma was taken to the family church in Orton village, she by that time and age could no longer be in this village. They were very different landscapes for her but with weight of memory held deep inside she sat in that dear church charging her origin spirit bank, for the Lord of hosts who waited for grandma’s gathering years to eventually ascend for the day the Lord sounded it’s time to come with me Mrs Webster let those who are left to absorb the love and life you gave amen.