In the midst of your struggles to simply have a
death sneaked up from behind you
and you breathed your last earth air.
It seems wrong that it happened this way –
I must have expected a more glorious ending.
no matter how great our strength
we must go where we are called.
Wherever you are
my hope is that you are once again standing straight and walking tall
Or that you are flying.
*Forgive this attempt at poetry – Christopher Reeve’s recent passing hit me hard. I’ll be back to my usual silliness soon enough. Love to all.