The Grieved.

We all focus on what the grievers are going through,

how they're feeling,

but have we ever stopped

to think about the grieved?

Do the ones we grieve

also grieve the ones they left?

Do they feel us

the way we feel them?

Do they look for a simple sign

to know that we're thinking of them?

When it rains,

are they missing us?

When the sun shines,

are they having a good day?

Do they wear necklaces

made from their halos

that hold our pictures?

Do they sit with whatever God they believe in

and beg to go home?

I never thought about it

until I started writing this,

and I wish I could get answers.

I wish I could know

if you think about us

the way we all think about you.

You would tell us

not to sit too long in our grief,

and to live each day for you.

So I will send my thoughts

to wherever you are,

and hope that you're not missing us too much—

that you are surrounded

by all those who came before you,

all those you have missed—

and that you are living a life

you're excited to tell us all about

when we meet again.