Why do people remember the day the dead died?
Why do people wake in the morning and cry over those who died on the day you have had the privilege to live?
Say, why does one not remember the day that they were born not the day that the heart fell down and lay in the cold dirt?
The dead deserve to be remembered for when they come not when they go.
This shows them respect not regret.
Who wants to remember ashes and embers or the dark dull dry dreary coffin in which they now make their home?
So instead of saying “Its been three years” through soft tears, and shaky vocals
One can forget this date and move on.
And when their birthday comes around, they can say “It was 73 years today, and yeah. They are looking down from heaven watching us live our lives, and watching over us”
So when I leave this world behind and get a new post code in the sky, don’t cry, whilst remembering the day that I died but rather remember my birthday, a date forgotten amongst the dead, and shed not a tear, but a smile and remember the life that I lead.
