Now the final hour has finally struck,
and you are no more than our memories.
You eased beyond the cusp without a sound,
yet to grieving ears your passing echoes.
Like a coin dropped in an empty bottle,
the clamorous din rattles our clenched teeth.
And now your life flashes before our eyes.
Truths to be liberated by the key
of situational perspective, shift.
As questions beyond our understanding
lead only to conundrums for answers.
As your eternal spirit travels elsewhere,
we will cherish the unique gift of you,
and share the lessons that were learned in life,
that could have come to us only … only,
because you brought them, and very much more.

M. Zane McClellan

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