Reflections on Death and Memory

I hope when death comes,

it embraces us gently,

like being carried to your bedroom as a child after falling asleep on the

couch during a lively family party.

And in that transition,

I hope we can still sense the echoes of laughter resonating from the next room,

reminding us of the love and the joy that filled our journey.

And as the voices of the ones that are

fade,

the voices of those who once were

now echo in your ears.

And in that moment,

the hand of the soul you miss most

will reach for you

and whisper,

"You are home.