Death

Death is like the ocean
It flows endlessly
Leaving us completely unsure as to where it ends

Death is guaranteed, but death is nothing like heaven.
You and I have a place where we are going to meet.
A place where the clouds are gold, and the skies pristine, and a place where that smile plastered on your face will move.

You will laugh again.

This place is real and you see it every day.
It is the me to the you without the vicarious lives you choose to smile and support and ignite with your flames of encouragement and your utterances and care.

You will live again.

You will enter the skies as an angel from heaven meets you and says come with me,
Great things await you. But first you need to stay here. You need to stay here because you need to learn to love again.

You will love again.

Life is death and love. There waits your loved one for you. You two have a journey ahead of you.
Life is not chiseled into stone with guidelines of the white picket fence, american dream, college graduate guidelines.

Life is learning to laugh, to live, and to love. It is more than your lost dreams or the dreams of those you so seemingly choose to vicariously lead.

Hurry up
She's waiting for you. Your hand in hers, and hers in yours.