At her age, she went home the very second her body expired - finally safe in her real Father's arms.
I know, I meant her remains. My 2 year old died in 1992 of leukemia, I knew when he was declared brain dead, he was not here anymore, but it is a comfort to me that he was lovingly buried in a nice place and I can stop by once in a while. At least I know where his body is.