Death Poems

 
The man on the bus
told us
God must've got tired
of being everywhere at once
until things turned so bad
he wound up being nowhere at all

That's why so much
evil
was happening in the world
Maybe God
was too old for the job
He ought to step aside
let someone younger take over
before these end times
got too far out of hand

We needed someone
a hundred per cent reliable
the man said
a whizz kid go-getter
to take on the Devil
vanquish his minions
and finish what God began

Who
we asked
In the entire history of the universe
was there anyone or anything
so perfectly enthusiastic
about his job
But all we could come up with
was a little black dog
with a stick in his mouth
a little black dog
called Death

i am broken in the right places now
hollowed
and light as wind,
and all my memories swirled
and all my words
and all my wordless thoughts
and secret wishes
and him gone on
and her gone
and all my days gone, too
and one still wonders why
you would bring me here
and coddle me
and call me sweet girl
just to set me loose
when we all know how it ends

Stood there
between the relative and the absolute
feeling time was running out
yet knowing
time never ends
just runs clockwise in circles.

The waiter arrived
unfolding a table and a chair
"Your table, sir!
Are you here for the baptism or the funeral?"

"What's today's special?"

"Tea, sir!
What is your pleasure?" said the waiter
and his breath caused an atmospheric chemical reaction
effecting the fall of the season's first snow flakes
"Terribly sorry, sir, I didn't mean to..."

"Nonsense!", he cut him off
"Time and gravity come together...
Is it a girl's baptism?"

"Yes, it is, sir! And so is the funeral!"

"Could you please bring me the tea
and let both know I was never here?..."

Can you even imagine how difficult it was for him in that moment? The moment he knew that not only his own life was about to end, but that of his daughter...a life he helped create.

Can you imagine how he felt as a father knowing he couldn't protect her?

Can you imagine him holding her, consoling her, telling her he loved her as that helicopter went down?

As a parent, I can tell you, Kobe Bryant's greatest fear was realized today. And it wasn't the fear for his own life, but for that of his beautiful daughter.

Because as a parent, your life means nothing in comparison to the lives of your children.

We live for our children. We breathe for our children. They are our reason for being.

We would also die for them, without hesitation.

Without question, without a moments notice, we would lay down our own lives to ensure theirs.

Just thinking of his internal struggle in those last moments tears my heart into pieces.

He knew his daughter's young life was ending. He knew he was leaving 3 other precious children behind. Oh, how his heart must have ached!

Can you even imagine the agony that played out in his mind? Every parents worst nightmare happening to him in real time.

He was there when his sweet girl took her first breath, and he was there with her when she took her last.

And that's the only solace I can find in this...that he was there. In her final moments, her daddy was there to remind her of his undying love.

And with everything in me, I hope that baby felt every ounce of love her daddy had for her. I hope it overwhelmed her, and carried her straight into paradise.

Because I know that's all her daddy wanted too.

Rest in peace Kobe and Gigi. Our hearts mourn you ❤

Hug your children extra tight tonight, mamas and daddies. Tomorrow is never promised.

Most often, you must join me on this side in order to realize there is no you, no me.    
   
We are but perfect energy contracting and expanding, simultaneously, always.    
   
From the other side,    
this message of love    
a mere mirror.    
   
You mourn a loss. I cry as well, for I am you.    
As you are consoled, I , too, am comforted.    
I rejoice and soak in the revelation:    
All is one. And it is well.    
And, though you may not yet know it, you celebrate as you marinate, too.    
   
R.