It was a beautiful day.
Blue skies.
The wind was blowing a crisp, cool breeze, making the tree limbs dance and twirl in the heavens above.
Seagulls flew over the shadows of the green tarp where the huddled masses of people wearing all black stood and cried.
Many talked of old memories and laughed at outrageous things “he” said before his passing.
A weeping sob and words initiated a silence, and all was quiet.
“My heart hurts. Oh God, my heart hurts,” is all his daughter could manage to say as she watched the coffin slowly descent into several feet of darkness in the earth below.
“Let him go. Let him go.” was spoken by another sobbing member of the service.
“It was his time. I don’t know why they’re crying.. It’s only his vessel here, going into the dirt. He’s already in heaven,” is what I said to myself.
I hate funerals.
Afterwards, I kept thinking about many of the dreams and goals I made for myself that I never accomplished. My life felt incomplete. I wondered if my grandfather fulfilled all of his dreams before his passing. Did he do everything he set out to do?
Have you?
