Goodbye my friend.Death Will Lose
his body lies breathless, in quiet sleep.
We remember his life; we cry and weep.
Life doesn't seem fair, and Death even less,
I don't understand it, I must confess.
We barely exist, in sorrow and pain;
We mourn our loss, we seethe and complain...
But what would he want, if he were alive?
Would he want us to wallow, to merely survive?
Or would he want more? Perhaps our courage -
To reject our grief with its cruel bondage!
Let's honor him now and look forward - with hope,
Remembering his life and learning to cope,
With loss as a tool to sculpt our goals -
Not as an anchor that burdens our souls.
Celebrate his life - reminisce with a grin!
Then Death will lose - and he will win!##imported-begin##Rick Thompson##imported-end##