Epitaph For A Grandpa, Loved.
Requiescat in pace, Grandpa. You were loved and will be loved, always. Always.
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Life goes on, and though I’m stumbling a bit from grief, I am keeping moving. Literally. To the east, and then onward, backward, to the west. We would have visited and kissed and hugged and loved and overwhelmed Grandpa when we reached him on our journey – instead, now, we’ll bury him – but the journey goes on and will be wonderful and it starts in just a few hours. Deep breath, steady… and we’re off.
Posted by Her Bad Mother on June 28, 2009
Filed under: Flamily
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."What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil." (Nietzsche, Aphorism 153, Beyond Good And Evil.) Not, unfortunately, beyond Dora dolls that shout 'WE DID IT!' when you step on them, but you learn to cope with that.
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