I am at the point now
where I can no longer handle
going to funerals or funeral homes.
I have attended too many wakes
and too many graveside services,
and helped carry too many
very important (to me) people
to their final resting place.
I would rather remember them
the way they were
when I last saw them
and we were talking –
Once you see them laying in state,
that image replaces all the others
and stays with you.
I just am not able to handle that any more.

~peace...

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