Tagmeaning of life

Just yesterday I saw my dear grandma’s body placed in the ground. Her ashes were poured into a hole in the green sod of a quiet churchyard. A fountain trickled nearby under the shade of large trees. Flowers blossomed in gardens bordering the lawn. The wall directly behind her burial site was full of small tiles, all engraved with the names of others who had also been buried there. I looked and saw that her tile would soon be attached […]