Funerals every 120 days or less,
For 1890 days in a row-
Make it hard to smile.
But I do.
People just don’t understand,
Because they’ve never lived these tragedies
So many days,
Making sure to remember:
The bountifulness of living,
Of carrying on,
Of remembering the sun still rises.
And it still takes my breath away every time.
All of it most days now makes me wonder-
Who will I be on the other side of tragedy?
How many I meet, will remember this with me?