Today is the fourth year I have been with out my grandfather. He was a wise man, and even though this day brings me great sorrow, I feel compasion for anyone who has ever lost someone. This one's for you guys;

Ah; how funny the death of a loved one. The pain, the sorrow, the loneliness cannot be expressed with words. In fact, I don’t think that Webster’s Dictionary even contains the words. Death isn’t the end it’s a beginning. Their memory, their heart, their soul lives within us all. That’s the ironic part; In the mists of all the bad things, there are moments of clarity. A loved one’s death brings us together. No matter how many ways people are different, the love, the loneliness, we feel after a great loss, connects us all. There’s a bit of the deceased in us all; an invisible rope that ties us together. We’re knotted together for all eternity. Te deceased are glaring down from heave, watching our every move; guiding us from day to day. The departed loved ones are walking together, rejoicing over their death. They left us all behind, here on earth, but they are getting to see the loved ones they lost; and they know, they will see us all again. Just because they are not physically here, that we cannot run in the door and hug them, as we had before, doesn’t mean they are not here at all. They live on inside of us. They live in all of the pictures, their memory, and most of all, our hearts.