Today they lay his body
to its final rest.
The second father,
Of the man to which I was
Connected for half my life.
To have known such a man for so many years,
To never to have seen so much as a tear.
My heart goes out to his, his family
His mother, too.
Feeling disconnected,
From a group so once connected.
To miss such a transition.
Seems odd.
There is love
And empathy,
Sympathy in
My heart today.
Missing the funeral
Acting as if it were
Just another day,
So far away.
Perhaps tonight
I’ll call
To say
I’m so sorry
for your loss.
Namaste.
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