Of the broken finger tips that brush about mourn. Give your mourning word. Any Silent missing that wells when birds sing is a joy and terror that binds us all together. To simply wish away? No you know better. Bare that and be of it. Don't only hold them like a stone. Live their lives down to your bones.
In your Grand's words find what you understand. Let it take you by the hand all days ahead. Take a token touch it when you feel forgot. Return to true when other try to move you. Everyone who have loved, made me ; same as you. No one has left if they live along in you.