Poem...

I use to think of death as a fearful passing from this world into a blank screen of forever fuzzy snow.. like the kind you see on TV when the final broadcast of the night, casts its farewells, dying into the night, leaving behind only glimmers of light..
a life determined by what is wrong or right.. in the moments before God dies who tells us what is wrong, or right?
They said she had a year to live, and in four months the cancer consumed her body...
God died the day I saw her slipping away from us and into the place between here and there.. but where the fuck is there, when we are all stuck here watching the suffering of a life that deserved more than this...
Nurses handing us papers explaining the death process as simple as 10 steps from this side of life to that eternal night..
where Goddesses morn the passing of Gods reborn anew, but we are angry they are taking you from us..
you.. a life lived wonderful by the actions of love you gave everyday..
this action of love, lessons not learned by those to eager to get through your death to the Will.. your will stronger than they expected, and you held on.
You are gone now...
but I've learned that death is not about dying, it's about living..
You loved me for who I am, and could see through my soul into the darkest parts.. pushed those aside.. and said I love you.
Your life an action of love re birthed here in me..