how many more funerals
before my father’s
my mother’s
mine?

in a steady stream
the old ones leave me
and even some younger

the world I once knew
as a boy
teenager
young man
no longer recognizable
since the loss of so many

family
friends
even media icons
each a reminder
of the fragility of life

and yet with each teardrop
tear of soul’s fabric
there is a blessing
as the wound heals once more

perhaps this is God’s will
his way of preparing me
to accept that fateful day
when the next unwanted phone call
will tell of my own fragility

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