Another day with a pair'a'dice

Those of you who read my poetry blog might know that my oldest friend just died recently. But lfe does go on, somehow, slowly and painfully. And sometimes, you almost (but not quite) forget the thought.

You're busy with your life. Your own life is good. Problems seem to have faded. But you feel guilty as well. Should I really be happy? Shouldn't I let the weight of death press down upon my shoulders and let the world see the burden of my loss? I am not actually being corny here. This is the way that a lot of people think.

I think, remembering him, that trying to be happy is the best way to be. I remember laughter lines through all sadness.

That is my memory of him, after everything.