To die the death of a martyr
It’s no easy ask.
Living your life
Beyond the call of duty
Fulfilling to the best
Of your ability
Every single task.
I wonder about your family
Your children especially.
Did you get to see them?
grow up, get married?
Have children of their own?
We’re none of us indispensable
At some point we’re all expendable.
But in the fabric of life
we all leave a hole.
Life doesn’t stop, it carries on.
Even though the world has turned
upside down for those left behind,
it continues circling the sun,
the sun still rising in the east
and setting in the west,
continuing to shine for us, the rest.
You’ll always be there in the background
at happy occasions when new memories are being made.
You’ll be brought out, cried over,
then put back in the shadows again.
Never forgotten, always remembered.
Though it’s never quite the same.
We move on and over
call it nostalgia and smile
at beautiful images of times gone by
All a part of human nature
Helping us get through life.
Gone too soon?
No such thing….
We’ll all go at our appointed time.
What is important,
Here and hereafter,
Is the legacy you leave behind.
