As They Ascend
Three years young, handicapped, and the last of three; a life cut short. She never even got a chance to speak. A rose that never bloomed. You were loved. Thirteen and alone, you hadn’t even seen the world when you tied the rope. A cruel death for all. You didn’t know your brother would find you, beloved. Two fates entwined, you were gone in a mess of steel and glass. Same hometown, years apart. Only teenagers when the cars crashed, flipped. Loved, loved, loved. Live strong, you said, even as the cancer destroyed your insides. Forever 21 is more than a clothing store. We miss you so much. Up to the top, love, everyday. Eight months missing when they found you in the harbor, you came here for a better life. I’m sorry it didn’t happen. Tebya lyubyat is Russian for you were loved. A husband, a father, a son, a brother; an uncle taken. We shared a love of cinema. The film reel of your life spoiled by the sun. A good man is hard to love. The family matriarch from Portuguese Hill to Foulds Terrace. Visits with you every Sunday. Gnarled hands and paper skin, you are finally at rest. Loved by all. The phone rang and I knew you were gone forever. I miss your hugs, your laughs. Deaf in one ear, but you could always hear when we said “I love you.” Ninety-eight when you left us, I can only imagine how it felt to see the world change again and again and again. Nineteen grandchildren but we always felt your love. Whether it was for a moment or a lifetime, each of you has touched me in some way. Thank you all for the memories. You shall live in my heart forever.