When we’re all still here
A lyrical poem
I remember the day my uncle passed away after only a few days in the hospital. We were shocked and left with nothing to do. I still remember the look in my grandfathers’ face. He always believed his son will be the one who buries him, not the other way around.
I remember the day my grandfather passed away. My grandmother called me and said that he’s no longer with us. My mother could not be there for his last moments. She was in her pilgrimage with my father, and all she can do is sent him prayers from there.
I remember the day my cousin in law passed away. We weren’t the closest of cousins, but I was close with her through her last days. She was bearing her first child, and the baby left us first. We fought for her then, but god always took the best of us first.
I dedicate these words to our grandfathers, grandmothers, uncles, aunts, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, lovers, and anyone who left before us.
Their passings have shown us how fragile we all are.
And yet beyond this frailty, they are forever guiding us towards strength, appreciation, and gratefulness. Because even in their absence, they never stopped showing us the value of life.
On the days they are far from me
The corners and walls can be lonely
They say love will make you free
But it’s more than love, it’s family
So tell me one more story
About the place, we all miss deeply
You can’t find it anywhere
It’s somewhere higher than air
A place where everything’s enough
A place you have taken above
A place with no worries or fear
A place where we’re all still here
I can’t be there, but always near…
To the place where we’re all still here.