Forgotten

In death, a journey comes to an end. Death’s journey through life ends with a gathering of family and friends who reflect and comfort each, saddened by the life lost to them. The defining moment of worth on display, no longer able to express emotion, a waxen replica of what was. Those who now pass recollect then weep the tears of loss; laugh as they remember great times. So many memories buried, now surface for a time, again will be buried in the same manner. Mourned for a time, memories fade with each generation, until, no memory remains. A journey has come to an end. A piece of history lost again.