Snatched from this earthly plain.
No time for goodbyes, plans, last thoughts
In a twinkling, gone.
Shock – unavoidable,
Pain of loss and unsaid words,
No chance to savor, thank, forgive
Like echoes, dust beams, haze barely seen.
I know logically,
This is what you would choose.
No suffering, no gradual decline.
You leave well-remembered, in your prime.
But how it hurts
We left behind to mourn,
Pick up the shattered that cannot be mended,
Hold onto what cannot be encompassed.
We can only honor you by
Holding tighter to those yet here,
Cherishing and choosing with much better care
And looking past this pain to the eternal.