D is for death

Funeral of a grandfather I never knew.

Strange how death has a way of bringing people together.

It is true then, that time does heal even the deepest of wounds, and that in death all is forgiven. I think tonight brought a lot of release and comfort to a generation mired in bitterness and hate, and a lifetime of betrayal and regret.

To echo my father's words: "I think he found more love with them then with his own family. What did you expect him to do?"

We were the family bound by blood and marriage. But yet, my grandfather chose to grow old with the ties of love instead. But could you blame him?