I'd like to share a poem by Joyce Grenfell that was read as my grandmother's ashes were scattered last year:
If I should go before the rest of you
Break not a flower, nor inscribe a stone
Nor, when I'm gone, speak in a Sunday voice
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must:
Parting is hell,
But life goes on
So......sing as well.
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