It is a deep mystery,

This matter of life or death...

That the same person,

Who brought us a thousand joys,

Can one day leave us shedding a thousand tears...

So suddenly, sometimes

That we grope blinding for word left unspoken,

And for the hug we needed to give,

to say good-bye...

And we wonder,

How this thread that holds us all to life

Can be so thin and fragile....

Until one day, we find the courage to accept

That the living aren't meant to understand death

Only to celebrate life,

And to remember that the only real death is forgetting....