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I have been in a whirlwind of sorrow, song, prayer, laughter, many many tears and flowers. I saw my Grandfather die this weekend, his funeral, and his burial. I've been so far for so long, and I've only seen him and spoken with him last in May, but during the trip I started remembering little things and memories. What a rush of grief and love and life. How will I forget the too bright sun glinting through the rainbow colors of leaves, mountains, tornado weather--that too-strong and gentle wind, the bright sunlight through the living room windows and flowerpots...