Once strong, now broken

Yesterday we completed our goodbyes to my grandpa at the cemetery as we reunited his ashes with the ashes of the love of his life. Ceremony was beautiful and ended even more phenomenal.  As we started heading out there was an eagle circling around us.  I believe this is a sign.  A sign of Grandpa being with us and looking over us.  I also think it was a sign to his children.  He was still doing the fatherly thing and trying to tell them something.  Even though parents are gone I believe that they are still able to watch from above.  They are beaming with pride like they no doubt did when they were alive or just shaking their heads asking themselves what the heck went wrong!?! and try to fix whatever it was.  Even if it meant pinching your ear while pulling you into the other room or just saying your name with disappointment. I believe Gram and Grandpa is doing the second of the two within the last few days.  As I observed the family after the ceremony and even during the inevitable split between them was obvious.  All were hurting and all needed that little extra hug or reassurance.  It wasn't given/there for the most part.  Everyone was distance, no one close for support.  The strength they all once had together was not there.  You might be able to say that the family circle is now broke.  I pray, oh how I pray, that within time healing will begin and with self reflection eyes will open and realize that materialistic things are not going to bring back our loved ones.  The materialistic things are just stuff.  If it meant something say it! If it is to just have then share so others can have a little something. It doesn't pay to argue. After all it is still in one family.  I guess I can't wrap my head around the fact that there was very little communication (in a positive way).  It would be all different if it truly had a meaning behind it that you simply had to have it.  I would think that if this was shared there would have been alot less bickering.  I could be wrong, I wasn't there and choose not to be there.  I refuse to allow myself to be subjected to that, as my last memory of the death of my grandpa. My memory of my grandpa will last forever in my heart being a very positive one.  I can still see his beaming smile and pride when my little buddy finally warmed up to him and gave him a hug on his own terms and with a very willing heart.  I am hoping the ones that are hurting now due to the arguing/words being said will be able to sit back and have a good memory beyond the passing of Grandpa.  Love yah Gramp! Happy 88th Birthday!