How can you squeeze the entirety of a life into a few words
on a stone? The day your lungs inhaled their first breath. The day they exhaled
their last. And a line in between. Maybe a quote that meant something to you.
Perhaps your family designation. Wife. Mother. Father. Brother. Husband. Child.
Sister.
But that’s not the all of you. You were so much more.
Your body and soul now separated. My memories of you and
those few stone words all that remain.
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. And the carved remembrance. Until
it fades and crumbles too.
Holy mackerel. Your last sentences are always totally stellar (this one's not excluded!) So so so good.
ReplyDeleteTotally agree. Love the ironies of preserving a whole life reduced to a couple words on a monument that fades away.
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