Life, Death, and Truth

All too often in life, when it comes to death, we tend to glamorize things.
We pull the strings out of something real, and with it, make a new
(not improved) watered-down version of the truth. We sow with it our tapestries, and cliche', catchy decorative pillows, then put them on display.  
Let us honor the memory of reality.
It's important to remember,
when we love,
we love an imperfect person, perfectly.
Take note of the imperfections,
for they sculpted the truth.
It's a sad sin to remove something so beautiful as a sunrise, and sunset, with bedazzled bullshit that has nothing worthwhile within it.
Who are we to tare the pages of someone else's story?
Who are we to make with it our own nonsense, and pitiful depiction of their glory?
In life, we love the maker of the footprints.
Let us remember to never clear the sand.


R.I.P. Grandpa,
We will honor, love, and remember the man we knew, not the watered-down, and glorified version of the truth.