What is the heft of a quiet life that her grandchildren carry today? More than the weight of a mother and wife as they solemnly march to her grave. They bear the imprint of soft, storied arms from her lifelong earnest art honed by the tasks of family and farm and a gentle, loving heart. Heavy their hearts as the memories gel and the tears of loss consume, but lighter their steps at the thought of her smile that accompanies them to her tomb. The worker performs his lowering job. Her children toss earth on the chest containing her form but never her love that survives to inspire and to bless.