I read the following poem at the memorial service of my maternal granddaddy. Here is a recording taken later, for my mother.

It marks us now- in truth, true love,

Must end in tragedy.

One parts, one bides, a mourning dove,

Regret not bended knee.

The happy endings- fairytales.

They finish, all the same.

Delight in middles- love prevails,

Beginnings overcame.

Goodnight my darling, fare thee well,

An honor it has been.

One day we’ll hear that bitter bell-

Yet choose our path again.

♥︎ Let us all keep our lanterns lit, and look out for one another.

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