My words, so ineffectual in their condolence.
They cannot change what is,
or help those left behind to grapple with their grief.
They cannot make up for the years of lost chances
or offer a helping hand...
or a shoulder to cry upon...
or a story to share.
So many memories, left to the survivors
serving as both security blankets and daggers.
Wretched mortality... only in its wake do we see
that living our lives as best as we are able,
so profoundly affects others.
With love and sorrow in my heart,
I bid you farewell.
That you may fly with angels.
In honor of Mary Ellen Trickel Kulesa 5/21/63-8/7/10