For every grain within the sand that has turned with the flick of the wrist there is a story to be told. of the beautiful goodness that en-captures the minds of the grieving ones left behind unfold that will miss all of you. as God narrated simplistic sayings passed from generation to generation touching you to thee; surely I have gained knowledge from reading your life as you have impacted me. And you were loved. We could borrow time on the clock and arrange the hands to go back and do it all again to receive a smile and hear your voice is to understand and comprehend the meaning of rejoice- because you showed it. You boasted love proud in your chest, filled with understanding and forgiveness, grace and the epitome of being blessed. God knows you were superhuman surpassing the lines of ordinary and you were extraordinary for compassion and open arms encircling salty tears and keen advice on not wasting God given years with fragrant smells fill...