I see the tear stains on your cheeks,
as you mourn the loss of me.
I hear you say, “She was so young.”
“How could she be taken so soon, too soon.”
My friend, I hear you, I feel your pain,
I will mourn with you, I will be your shoulder,
I will hold you when you crumble,
and be your strength, you can lean on me.
But please promise me this,
while you mourn, remember to rejoice.
Don’t dwell on the fact that I’m gone,
but celebrate the time we had together.
This life is crazy, painful, messy,
and yet, beautiful all in the same.
So my friend, wipe your tears,
remember me, and go live your life.