In Memory of Grandma (06/10/15)

Discomfort fills the air,

Thickly and sweetly,

Suffocating and dank.

Painted smiles on family faces

Crying strangers’ gossip,

Portray a romanticized scene.

The never-ending circle,

Human life is so ephemeral-

-But even more so,

Is this one moment.

So what makes a life?

Not the number of funeral-goers,

Nor the heirlooms left-behind,

Not even standing legacies.

But rather, life is a sum of moments,

A summation of events, of

Lives touched and changed,

Hearts influenced and swayed,

All under the guidance of one hand-

A hand that will continue to

Touch and sway people,

Even from the afterlife.

That is a life well-made,

A life well-lived. May the

Liver of such a life, forever

Bask in the glory of God.

The congregation stands,

Singing ‘Amazing Grace’,

Ruminating and musing,

Reflecting and remembering

A life well-lived.