Why do we think of the dead with sadness 

When they have moved on from the worries of life 

We put flowers where they rest 

Under trodden dirt 

We weep when we slip up  

And think they’ll be there 

Don’t think of what you could have done 

Think of what you did 

Lazy days sitting by the lake 

Thrill rides where you left your stomach behind 

Dinners under the night sky 

Thinking you could own the world 

Think and hold close to your heart 

The best parts of your kith and kin 

And let go