We remember her 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 she want, if she were alive?
Would she want us to wallow, to merely survive?
Or would she want more? Perhaps our courage -
To reject our grief with its cruel bondage!
Let's honor her now and look forward - with hope,
Remembering her life and learning to cope,
With loss as a tool to sculpt our goals -
Not as an anchor that burdens our souls.
Celebrate her life - reminisce with a grin!
Then Death will lose - and she will win!