#death

ANOTHER SOMEBODY

Somebody died today…it’s part of life’s ebb and flow

but what makes this day so different is…this somebody was somebody I know.

 

She had a full life, my somebody…filled with many highs and some lows…

but Death is unsympathetic…when it comes our time to go.

 

Yet how lucky we are has humans… 

for although in death…of her presence we’re deprived

the myriad of memories we created…in a way keeps her alive…

 

And that’s where our sadness originates…

That’s why we feel so bereft…

not from all those memories we created together 

but that those memories are all I have left.

 

We know Death has taken her from us…but in Death there is a plus

for Death has left her memories behind…Death can’t take those away from us.

 

When we want to, when we have the urge…we can visit her a while

Just by closing our eyes and remembering…

her voice, 

her eyes…

her smile…

 

And for a moment in our silence…as more and more memories arrive

it’s as if she never left us…as if she’s still alive

 

And when our eyes reopen

we smile remembering all the memories we’ve sewn

and we feel blessed 

she was a somebody we were lucky enough to have known. 

 

Which gives us all hope for the time when Death comes too our door

as part of life’s ebb and flow

That we, too, will have been lucky enough

 

to be somebody…somebody knows.


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WHERE DID GRANDA GO

“Why did Grandma have to die?” the young boy asked his Dad

He could see his son was hurting…he could see his son was sad…

 

“I’m not sure why our bodies give out,” he said… “only that one day they all do

but even though Grandma is gone…she lives inside of you?”

 

“She’s in the way you smile…in the way you laugh…the way you cry.

She’s in the way you walk and talk…I can see her in your eyes.”

 

The son smiled…then said, “Dad, tell me this…there’s something I’d like to know…

now that she’s no longer here…where did Grandma go?”

 

“There are many beliefs and thoughts on that.” Dad said “Some think to heaven some to the stars.

But I believe…I like to think…Grandma hasn’t traveled very far.”

 

“We begin as part of the Universe…particles floating in time and space

Then a miracle occurs….and we are put upon this place.”

 

“We are blessed to live…we know not how long…we know not where or when

our time upon this Earth will be over and we’ll join the Universe again.”

 

“Your grandma was here long enough…not long enough for you and me

but long enough to share herself…to become a memory.”

 

“And though it’s true…she’s gone from Earth…all those memories she made

will stay with us forever..will never wither…never fade…”

 

“She has blended back into the Universe to become the wind within the trees

She is the rain, she is the cool breeze…she is the flowers and the trees.”

 

“She is the sunshine that warms your cheeks, she is the moonlight shining bright

She is the clouds that float gently overhead…she is the stars…she is the night.”

 

She is the sky, she is the snowflakes, she is the fall leaves upon the ground

she is the moon…she is the day…you will find her all around…”

 

“No, you needn’t worry about Grandma, Dad said, because every minute of every day

 

though she may be gone forever… she is never far away…”



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FOR THOSE WHO DIE ALONE

It was a week before they found you

a week before anyone had known.

It took a week for them to realize

you had died alone…

 

150,000 people across the world die every day

most have friends and family they’ve known

but this poem does not go out to them

It goes out to those like you…who die alone.

 

Who have no friends or family

for whatever reason why

No one by your side at the end

No one with whom to say goodbye.

 

We did not know to think about you

not while you were living anyhow…

so we’d like to say we’re sorry

and we’re thinking of you now… 

 

It is our hope these thoughts will find their way to you

to let you know we care…

that you will feel their presence

and find some comfort there…

 

Perhaps if we all take a moment every day

to make thoughts like these known

even those who die by themselves

 

will never die alone. 


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WHEN SOMEONE WE KNOW DIES

There is no cure for the sorrow we feel

(It’s one reason that we cry)

no antidote for the pain

when someone we know dies.

 

We immediately wonder why her…why now…

how we would have loved just one more day

one more moment…

one more memory

when someone we know passes away…

 

Our mind flashes back to certain moments…

wonderful memories we linger on

as the joy we feel for having known her

mixes with the sadness that she’s gone.

 

Our memory happily jumps back and forth.

We give thanks she was ever sent to us

and we hope and pray she understood

everything she ever meant to us.

 

We couldn’t have created a better friend

If we had planted seeds ourselves then grown her

and we know our lives will never be the same

and we are better people…having known her.

 

So we are content to grieve a moment…

knowing in our hearts she wouldn’t mind…

knowing the sadness we feel today

will acquiesce to the joy she left behind…

 

Yes, today we’ll allow sorrow to envelop us

we’ll linger in our tears a while

knowing in the future

every time we think of her

with every memory…

 

we’ll smile.


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Hung

Hanging by a thread, reel me in

Give me something to believe in

Trying to catch up, but it feels like I'm running in sand

I'm terrified of these demons in demand.

 

...the gallows echo my name.

 

Hanging by a string, lying low like fen

I need to be born again, like Jesus of Nazareth

Lost & trapped

My mind is a labyrinth.

 

...the hangman shrieks my name.

 

Hanging by a rope now, instead of a thread

This demolition course of a life,

Now has me dead.

Cut down by the scythe.

 

...the grim reaper carries my head. 

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THE SADNESS GOES AWAY

His son came to him with tears in his eyes…he was crying…

both of them were sad

His son had lost his Grandpa…and he had lost his dad.

 

“What am I going to do?” his son asked…his sadness on display

“Is there anything I can do to make this sadness go away.”

 

He hugged his son, lifted him up then lovingly placed him on his knee

“Let me teach you something,” he said…”your grandpa taught to me.”


Let’s sit here together close our eyes and think of Grandpa for a while.

Think of all you the time we spent together…all the times he made us smile.

 

“Today we’re feeling one huge sadness…and here is what Grandpa taught us:”

“Not to let this one huge sadness outweigh all the happiness he brought us.”

 

He said, “sadness and happiness are incompatible. They can’t take up the same space

and the best way to remove a frown is to put a smile on your face.”

 

“It’s not always easy.” he knew… “like today when we’re both so aware

how Grandpa is no longer with us…how sadness fills our air.”

 

“But Grandpa knew what he was talking about and when sadness comes our way

we must remember happiness…to make that sadness go away.”

 

So they sat together father and son…and they thought of him a while…

 

and on one of the saddest days in both their lives…they found a way to smile.


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WITHOUT HER

With the memory of her death still fresh in his mind

he pauses to think about her…

and he wonders…

if the world will always be this quiet

and this lonely…

 

without her.


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LITTLE PIECES OF BREAD

When her Grandma was alive sometimes they’d sit in her backyard without saying a word.

They’d throw little pieces of bread upon the ground and silently feed the birds.

 

“Sometimes I get lonely.” Grandma would tell her in a sad and mournful tone.

“But as long as birds are visiting, I never feel alone.”

 

There were days they lost count of how many birds there were…

It’s just one of the wonderful memories her Grandma bequeathed to her.

 

She remembered this heading to the car for Grandma’s funeral

“Wait…I’ll only be a minute!” she said

Then she ran back into the house and came out with a loaf of bread.

 

At the cemetery when the service was completed…she gave Grandma a goodbye wave

then gently sprinkled little pieces of bread quietly upon her grave.

 

“What are you doing?” her mother whispered as her last little pieces were thrown…

 

“It’s to remind the birds where grandma is.” she said, “so she’ll never be alone.”


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SOMETHING ABOUT HER SMILE

He was looking at a picture of his wife…thinking of their first date… first kiss…

and now that she is gone…all the things that he will miss…

 

“You look sad.” the young girl said to him as he sat upon ‘their’ rock

“Sometimes I get sad too.” she said…but he didn’t want to talk.

 

“Why are you here all by yourself?” He asked.

“What are you doing talking to me?”

“Don’t you have someplace else to go?”

“Someplace else you need to be?”

 

“Do you like ice cream?” she asked

“How long since you were born?”

“How dangerous is it to pet a snake?”

“Have you ever seen a unicorn?”

 

The old man tried his best not to answer…but there was something about her smile he adored…

and as the questions kept on coming…she was too hard to ignore.

 

“I’ve never seen a unicorn.” he said

“Snakes are dangerous…you know.”

“I like my ice cream chocolate…and I was born a long, long time ago.”

 

She kept asking questions because that’s what a little girl does

and as the old man kept responding he forgot how sad he was.

 

After a while from atop that rock he was now happily sitting on

he turned to thank the little girl

but he couldn’t

she was gone.

 

He looked but could not find her.

Where was she?

He didn’t know…but she took with her his sadness 

she took with her his woe.

 

“It can’t be…can it! he wondered after sitting there a while

and returning to the picture of his wife he nodded,

 

“I thought I recognized that smile."


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