Honor Life

For those that were at my side and are here no longer,
I have no qualms, they are my sisters and brother, always,
To honor the dead means to live on their behalves,
Better to celebrate their lives than to weep at their passing,
And die living as opposed to live dying,
Every loss makes every gain more precious,
For as long as we still have our circles we have love,
And as long as we have goals we have chances,
Comfort comes from remembering and continuing on,
Would they have us quit at their departures?
Surely as I have life and breath I have them in my heart,
And surely as I recall their endeavors I feel their warmth,
The adventures we shared will be told and retold over drinks
and merriment as we toast to their spirits and deeds, good and bad,
Laugh at the mishaps for guilt is the enemy,
Smile at their tombstones and ashes for you are proof they were here,
Carry them with you and cry if you must, but keep it short,
Chin up for you have the burden of living,
They would have you accomplish that which they can no longer,
To those that were at my side and have passed away,
Have no qualms for you remain at my side,
And you are my brothers and sisters, always.