Grief is a selfish emotion. We grieve because the world does not stop and take notice of the giant hole we feel all around us. We grieve because we get no more time, no more memories, no more chances to ask them to tell that story again. We grieve because death is cruel and necessary. Grief pierces our heart over and over until we hopefully as ancient people ourselves finally feel our hearts give in to the world.
We honor this man as we move on and pick up the pieces. As we circle around my 98-year-old grandmother who now stands alone against the world. We remember him and his love for us every time we look at my daughter, Theadora, who shares his middle name. She too loves life fully and stubbornly. She too makes you feel like you are her favorite in the whole world. Through her eyes, the world continue to spin and the night sky gains another star. Sleep well Morfar.