Final Words
So many came to say their last good-byes for he had friends from all walks of life. I stood with the rest by the grave the casket was lowered and wailing broke out. A preacher in a black suit talked to the man in the casket who couldn’t hear: “You who were made out of the dust return to the dust until the last day.” Silence. Sounds of mourning the crowd slowly dispersed each one lost in his own sorrow. I was alone going back home asked a few questions to my own mind: “What happened to the deed to his house to the keys to his car to his wallet with money to his deposits in the bank to his shares and bonds to the checkbook with his name to the pen that he owned?” Naked he came Alone he came into this world alone did he return . . . and so will you. KP Yohannan. “ Final Words. ” Dance Not for Time . GFA Books, 2013, p p . 208-209 . Click here...