How To Change the World After Your Death

It’s been a fortnight of funerals. Three in the past two weeks, to be exact.

None of them were my personal relatives, yet I attended as part of the greater family who gather at such times to farewell and honor and remember.

I’m not sure how to capture the consequent feelings of all this in a blog post. I’m sure that any sorrow on my part is trifling, compared to the gut-wrenching grief of those immediate family members and closest friends who now find themselves so cruelly left behind.

Three funerals. Three lives. Three very different ceremonies.

Yet one thing linked each of these memorials together in a way that was both profound and common. It was not that they had died.

It was that they had lived.

I sat through three services of shared memories, open tears, silent sepia pictures of lives gone past. But at all three funerals, when the grandchildren rose to speak, I realised that those lives were not gone or past at all.

Three times, I was the silent and sad observer, as grandchildren struggled through tears and broken words to pay tribute to the grandparents whose lives had touched them so deeply, so lovingly, so enduringly.

Three times, I felt the sharp pain of those diamond tears and heard the cracking of hearts lost for words. And three times, I realised what I was actually glimpsing at a funeral:


But not just any life. Somehow, I was seeing, alive and well, the very life that we knew to be lost. How could this be?

No more will Grandma sneak sweets to the grandchildren when Mum’s not looking. No more will Poppa guide eager little hands to steer his beat-up old truck along dirt roads. No more will Gran laugh and sing and play her harp.

And yet – and yet they WILL. The body may be worn out, finished, over. But the life is still being lived.

Slowly, softly, that life was already spreading and planting and growing, being sown and nurtured long ago in the lives of those who now proudly label themselves as “the grandchildren.”

They are the living tribute. They are the legacy of time freely given, love unconditionally poured out, a life fully lived.

Because, even after death, a life will continue on in the children and the grandchildren and beyond.

Even after death, the seeds of shared love and time will continue to grow and spread and plant in turn.

Even after death, a life will continue to change the world.

© Emma McGeorge 2014


3 thoughts on “How To Change the World After Your Death

  1. Kay says:

    Thank you Em. A tear or two rolls down my cheek. What a lovely insight.

  2. Mamma says:

    This is so meaningful to me, Em. Nothing we do is without a ripple effect, for good or bad… I felt hugely challenged and deeply moved for the precious lives you mention, who have made such an impact on other lives, who will continue their legacy. Thank you for sharing this. XXX

  3. Neil says:

    Very thoughtfully written, Em. We all go through this process at some time or the other during our lives…! We must continue to strive to make the very best of every day we are granted…!
    Fond regards

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