

Rememberance I went to my grandfather's funeral today.Rememberance by ~BordomBeThyName
I stood over his casket at his pastel face and remembered what I could. The man I knew was stubborn and grumpy, quiet and napping in his chair. I looked over his face, and across to the faces of my family, all streaming with tears and wondered what they were remembering.
There was a self portrait he took of himself, on an easel up on the stage.
I remembered that he was a photographer.
He looked contemplative, deep in thought, remembering things yet to come. Was he pained... proud? You couldn't tell, he was quiet, like me.
As people eulogized, I learned that he had dreams of engineering, but went