a wake, a party, a celebration of life, an acknowledgement of death,
an afterglow
I've never knelt on a kneeler with a glass of scotch in my hand
and saluted a fallen friend before
the beautiful scene of a handful of grandsons, now men, huddled,
holding each other, crying
to be loved so deeply that grown men would cry openly -
that is a good life, and a good death
we stood in line, we signed the book and paid our respects to his wife
then we turned to each other and discussed our own death preparations
it is good to not be afraid of what is
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