Death. Don’t fear it.

The dead. Living them, it’s the best way.

Our ancestors who have gone on,

Our friends whose time ran out,

Children, young people taken to early,

Sacreds and Commons alike,

Remembering and learning and loving and insuring they are not forgotten,

Here at home, across the land, around the world,

Their souls living on,

In Ukraine, Iraq, Syria, Libya, Sudan, Afghanistan, Mali, Nigeria, Ethiopia, Myanmar, and many other places besides,

My grandparents and beyond, both sides,

Other elders, more faces than I can name,

My Dad,

Harry P.,

Pat Welsh,

Corina,

Pat Webber,

Carlos,

And on and on,

Remembering them means we live with them still,

And the love continues,

The love continues,

So fear not, and love each hour, each day to the end,

To the end.