The Way
how someone
dies
is how someone
grieves
it is a gift
indeed
to die at home
in your bed
in your golden year
surrounded by
the familiar
sights and sounds and smells
but seldom so
as circumstantial evidence
shows
much of it is
out of your hands
out of your control
when there is
no choice …
but to let go
but you resist
and hold on
for the whole
of your life
‘cause the way
someone dies
is the way
someone grieves
and so it is
and so it was
and so it will be
no matter how we wish
it were
the body bleeds
the mind goes blank
the eyes close
the heart stops
and the soul begins
transition
like waves in the sea
like wind in the trees
like rain in the soil
like snow in the sun
like color in the cloud
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