It Doesn'T

It doesn't seem right that I should be the last man standing from a warm circle of immediate family. It doesn't seem fair that you who loved life so well had to leave it too soon. It doesn't seem believable that I won't be able to hear your voice in person, or see your smile, or touch your hand ever again. It doesn't seem possible to live until a grand old age and not think of all of you daily. It doesn't seem real, so I remind myself that it did happen, it is true, and that I've no choice but to accept it. It doesn't seem like me to visit my original nuclear clan in a final resting home asking, "Can you see me?" "What's it like?" and "Can you believe I'm talking to a tombstone?" It doesn't seem impossible to go on, without your unconditional love, without smiling, without recalling a fond memory. It doesn't because of you.