Memorial service

They call death a shadow,
but I saw only light:
in faces at your wedding,
and a picnic by a lake.
In the eyes of your family;
moments of your life glistening
like starlight in their tears
and mine, who hardly knew you,
yet cannot be untouched
by your life and loves,
and the soulprints you left behind
forever lightening opened hearts.

They call death a shadow,
but I saw only light.

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I attended a memorial service for my wife’s uncle, who died aged 84, last week.

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