{I was visiting my Grandfather's tombstone last weekend and I saw my Grandmother crouching before it, telling him of what has happened thus far, that his children were there to see him, and that his grandchildren were there to greet him.
It was a sad sight. ;-;;.
To my right, there was a woman who kept crying in front of someone's grave, and to my left there was a guy playing music in front of someone's grave. While the girl kept crying, the guy just sat there, enjoying the time he "spent" with the person that had died.
I just. It was so sad. OTL}
The times that have passed
And the memories we shared,
I'll treasure them.
The tears that are wept
Will be a precious reminder of the love I've felt.
May you always be able to tell.
Until next time, I'll keep our memories
Stored away, and from time to time,
I'll relive each tiny bit.
Yes, both the good and the bad
Will be played over and over again in my head.
For death is just another obstacle in life
And although it may derail us,
We will meet again.
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