Life

Why live to die? Sigh.
Today, I saw the bones of my dead grandfather. I feel bad writing this but I didn't feel no pain. I heard my aunt balled, my dad tried not to shed tears but did, and my uncle/godfather chiseled the above ground grave only perfusing sweat.
I never really got a chance to connect with my grandpops, I remember seeing him like 3 times as a child. I know he was called Perucho, no idea why. He had 27 kids. I have aunts/uncles who I never met. He lived a long life, never seemed to talk much. I know he was treated with the utmost respect and continues to be admired among my whole family.
As I sit, typing my eyes want to tear but they are dry.
When flipping through the photos, my younger brother asked "You still think this is heaven?", while watching a brown skeleton in a black suit.
I said "Yea, his body is dead, but he still lives in us."
He agreed.

I felt a surge of energy, was it his.