Death

In passing,

we mourn our loss.

One an older woman, a great-grandmother

a ripe old age of 99

passed on quietly in the night

The other a younger woman,

not that much younger

struck by the cancer curse

both

mourned by some who felt the pain of the loss

while others felt the relief that she is gone,

that her pain and suffering are no more

relieved that they can move on.

and in the morrow after the last tear has been shed

after the last flame at the crematorium

had been extinguished,

we all move on

on to the daily grind that we must face

until our own journey's end

until our turn to cross the river

Goodbye Carol.  Goodbye Mary.