This situation has been a tragic one, but should not be forgotten. I can either let it depress and inhibit me, or uplift and inspire me.
This is a poem I wrote for my father, and I wish I had the chance to write this before his funeral so I could have shared it with the people there:
Every day a new beginning,
Every day a precious end.
Suffer not from loss at ending;
Endings start the clock again!
Time continues, new life grows,
sprouting from old life's decay.
On to where, nobody knows;
yet unknown, it brought this day!
Let this day be one of learning,
each day worthy to defend!
For every day's a new beginning,
every day a precious end.