Vlad Posted January 13, 2003 Report Share Posted January 13, 2003 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... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted May 29, 2003 Report Share Posted May 29, 2003 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... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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