I got to go to my grandfather's grave. And I'm glad to go. I know it sounds sad. . . But to me it isn't.

I'm glad I get to go, for it is so peaceful and beautiful and I know he is there. Just like I know he was with us after he died, whether he was in the car, a hand in my father's shoulder as we came up the morning he died, as he sat with us as we made preperations for his funeral, helping us make all the right choices for him. I know he sat at my grandmother's right hand side, just like he always did, holding her hand. Just like I know he was there, listening, when I sang the song, Eternity, that I wrote just a sheer 3 days before he died.

And I will always relate these simple words to him:

Here we are
Hand in hand
In the moonlight
Our fairyland
Together
Can't you see
You and me for
Eternity

For I know that he is there, building a mansion in the clouds as he waits for my grandmother to fulfill her wondrous life and join him.