"Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream."
A song we sang as kids only to realise the meanings of it's words when it's time we embraced death, and that is only to the lucky who still have the time to think and digest before finally kicking the bucket. Well I'm glad I came by to see Grandma, although we haven't been close, I now recognize she has been a silent resilient character that looked after her family and grand children the best way she knew how and as devious grand kids we may not feel her love with our unfulfilled expectations, but to see her lying here with my mom, dad, uncles and aunties crowding about her I know she had been a great mom and to me a grandma who loves me.
Funny what a firm hand grip invokes.
To everyone who reads this, if you have got love to give - give it and show it, afterall it's only affections we will leave behind embedding itself into memories to those we've met, disregard whatever inhibitions that sell you short for not showing it. It's a lousy lie that shortchanges the beautiful life you will have. Now go. And love. Sent from my iPhone
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