~neyshdoons

The expression of love for this woman that was poured out from more than 200 people who attended her funeral really impressed me. But I think the thing that touched me most, and this actually surprised me that I felt this way, was when my father got up and spoke of her. The love that he had for this woman, and the way he expressed it, was something that i have only seen in him three or four times before in my life. I sat there listening to him, and in some strange way, he made her life make sense to me. I really don't even know how else to explain it, it was such an odd sensation. I saw her entire life reflected in his. All of the people that now exist because she existed. All of the children and grandchildren and great grandchildren, they owe their lives to that woman. All the friends that were there, would not have had that friend if she never lived. Their lives would have never been touched, never been graced, never been loved in that way if there had never been her. And I guess that showed me what life is really about. All of the people that exist, live and love, because another person exists, lives and loves. The purpose of life doesn't seem like so much of a mystery anymore.


Grandma, I love you. Good bye.