From JN: To A Deceased Person You Wish You Could Talk To
Even as I was writing this, the memories came flooding back. Not a day goes by that we don't think of you, cousin. Gone too soon indeed. The life of the party, Lighting up the room with remarks both witty and snarky. You made everybody laugh, That was also your way of coping when things were tough. Family gatherings are not the same, Without you there doing or saying something insane, Not a day goes by where we don't miss you, And all the silly things you used to do. Sometimes I'd find myself saying something and then I'd pause, Waiting for you to give me one of your witty replies, It catches me by surprise, Its then that it hits me that you're gone. Memories of you are aplenty, They often come back to remind me, They make me smile, Even if only just for a while. What is it like where you are? Is it everything you've dreamed of so far? It's beautiful, isn't it? I wish you could tell me about it, even just a little bit. A...