"What’s funny is when a funeral takes place,
People bring their babies.
You bring life among a vanished one.
Life that cries not because someone’s gone,
But because they’re hungry or need their diaper changed.

All the while other mid-lives and toward-the-end lives sit and listen to one person tell a stupid story of the person laying in the casket or in a small box as ashes.

One at a time, there are stories of sadness and happiness,
Some aren’t paying attention because it hurts them,
Some don’t pay attention because it’s more awkward than sad for them,
Some just simply don’t understand quite yet about why everyone’s crying.

“Grandma’s coming back, right?”
“Grandma’s just going to be gone for awhile, ***.”
We all say those things at some point to not feel for awhile.
Because it’s too good to be true.

Sometimes we say things such as:
“I can never hug Grandma again...”
“I can never hear Grandma laugh again…”
“She’s not coming back…”
We say all those things at some point because we feel too much.

Continue to say it until it doesn’t hurt as bad,
Or to the point you’re not even phased anymore.
Numb, but not."