It’s happened. How do we move on? How do we remember without forgetting? How do we celebrate without losing sight of what’s happened? How do we live by the legacy and values of those who’ve passed? Death reaches all of us in its inevitable way. It leaves gaping holes in lives, ripping through families and pulling heart-strings to the point of rupture.
Death. Moving on. Passing away. No matter how you put it death is not a laughing matter. It leaves us breathless and without words.
Today was the memorial of two of the most incredible people I’ve ever met, my grandparents, Thomas and Eve Brown. They were parents, grandparents, best friends, and second families. Nothing can even begin to describe the place they held in all of our hearts and lives. Not one of us can contemplate the feelings we had for them and the love we have lost.
My grandfather, Thomas Brown, was one of the most generous and caring people I’ve ever met. He was always a child at heart, loving laughter and joking till the day he died. He was admired always for his charming spirit and light about life. His loving heart touched all of us, each in a different way.
For me, Thomas was the grandpa I loved and will always love. He always brought a smile to my face and lit up my day. He was so loving, so caring, so loved by everyone. He was the playful spirit that I remember. He was the grandpa and hero that I looked up to. He was a storyteller, a father, a grandfather, a husband, a soul mate, and most of all, a friend. He inspired me to be a life-long learner and always follow my dreams.
Eve Brown was an incredible woman. She touched everyone’s heart with her humility and loving beauty. Eve was one of the most amazing people I have ever met. She taught me a lot, and I looked up to her, just as many others did.
For me, Eve was an incredible teacher, grandmother, friend, and lifelong love. She always made me feel loved and respected. She taught me to watercolor paint, she showed me the secret of pepperoni and mayonnaise sandwiches and mashed potatoes, and she taught be all about love and life. She showed me how to really live, and how to laugh. I always admired her laughable, loveable personality.
The memorial was truly a beautiful way to honor both of their lives. It honored not only the people they touched, but the people they were, the things they did, and the love that will bond them forever. Their ashes were mixed together, as they always wanted. From the tree they are buried under, they look out over the beauty of Henry’s Lake, surrounded by the green mountains, the sage, and the wildflowers. I will never forget my grandparents; they changed my life and made me a better person. They showed me so much about what life is really about. They taught me how to live and laugh and love. That is why they will live on forever in my life, and in many others. Eternally, forever more.
Love, Ethan Brown Jones