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"Why do people have to die?"
"To make life worth living."
~Six Feet Under
Ephemeral memories,
floating,
not even real,
touch upon the landscape of minds--
the only testament
as to the truth
that you once existed.
Photographs may capture the image
but not the smile,
not the life
of the woman who once threw back her hair
with a smile.
Countless years of your being
going unremembered.
When was your first kiss?
Your first cry?
The first time you wanted to die?
The way most people will recall you
is the grandmother
who needed help to walk.
But there was a youth in your past.
An entire lifetime of stories
untold.
A sacred fountain of knowledge,
pain,
feeling,
hope,
and love
that goes with you into that mysterious night.
Did you recall the smile on your childrens face?
Or sweetly beg
to feel your husband once again?
Did you close your eyes with tears or terror?
Or smile with a calm relief?
What secrets departed this realm
with you
when you
felt your final goodbye's?
What knowledge do you know possess
of the world that lay beyond?
You will be forever remembered
as the grandmother you were,
the woman I'll have never met,
and by the children you always loved.
My best friend Katie suffered a very sad tradgedy. Her grandmother passed away today. I wrote this in dedication to her.
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