My grandfather's funeral is today--a man I never really got to know, thanks to physical distance and the personality of his second wife. My memories of him are almost entirely secondhand, from my father's stories of his childhood. I wish I'd had a chance to meet that version of him, the farmer who loved his land, loved teaching others about the ways of it, the happy family man--but he was gone before I was even born.
And am I born to die? To lay this body down? And as my trembling spirits fly Into a world unknown
A land of deeper shade Unpierced by human thought The dreary region of the dead Where all things are forgot
Soon as from earth I go What will become of me? Eternal happiness or woe Must then my fortune be
Waked by the trumpet's sound I from my grave shall rise And see the Judge with glory crowned And see the flaming skies