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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Inspiration struck when I was standing by my grandfather's grave, unfortunately I didn't have pen and paper with me... Curse the fates...

 

I look down,

See the dirt,

Covering the casket,

In which lies your corpse.

 

I miss you,

But I can't do anything,

So helpless I feel,

Now that you're gone.

 

A shrill wind,

Cuts the air around us,

I'm lost without you,

A tear in my eye.

*Wanders off and goes temporarily insane.*

(Why are you giving me that look? Yes, YOU! You act like you've never seen it happen before.)

--=Vlad the Jewish vampire=--

Polka-dots...

  • 4 months later...
Posted

Ouch.

Hugs

 

My family is a bit strange at funerals. After shedding tears at the graveside, and grieving our loss, we go back to a common room or banquet hall, and hold a celebration of the person's life.

We share memories of the person gone, and keep them alive a bit longer in that way.

We write down stories and memories of their life, and give it to any family survivors.

things like that.

The body may now be dead - but the important part we loved is no longer in there...

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