Realization

My Grandmother is dying.
And I find myself searching for the deeper meaning in life -
Trying to wrench from it answers, and reasons, and hope.
I find myself, suddenly and totally, concentrating
On the abrupt reality of the realization of mortality,
Both hers, and mine.
My mind is overwhelmed with thinking.
About the good things she taught, the happiness she shared.
The sadness of living without her.
Being human is such a fleeting, frail thing.
And yet such a glorious wonder
Filled with contradictions, and patterns, and cycles.
Life does not bring with it any promises,
But it does bring with it enormous possibilities.
She taught me that.
To breathe it in, and to carry on.