Returned to once where you knew.
Returned in a coffin.
Returned into the Earth,
returned to the place of your birth,
returned to where we now mourn you,
yes, upon this day under the sunshine,
and the clouds,
and under the trees where your gravestone lies,
such a dismal day as always,
and with such grief and such loss and at what a cost,
losing a life through someone's carelessness,
losing a life through someone's poor decisions,
that have rendered you no more,
and who rendered you disappeared from the living,
and that render you in spirit so far from here,
well, it is a hard thing to think of,
but the reality is we will no longer see your smiling face,
and we will no longer hear your jokes,
and hear your laughter ever more,
and oh, how the tears will flow by the graveside,
and how they will return countless times,
and how the pain it will eat at us for the rest of our lives,
because brutal is the reality,
and how real the casting of the Earth onto the coffin is,
the Earth that we all come from,
the Earth that brings about the beginning of humankind,
and the Earth,
the Earth that covers us at the end of humankind,
the Earth where you are returned to,
the Earth that we stand on as we stand solemnly,
listening to the Vicar saying a few words,
and blessing your life,
as we with our mixed emotions,
live in the past and the present,
and remember you and the joy of your life,
and of your death, the misery, and the sadness of the time.
