1,824 days
on your final dawn breath
on that Friday the 13th
could that smiling orb
hear the wails
begging death to be a lie
every full moon since
an anniversary
disbelief lives on
that split second
reaching for the phone
expecting you to walk
out of the photo …
and you do
directly into our hearts
your essence
echoes on
here, yet gone
dead, yet alive
intermingled within
the love
you so carefully
planted
nurtured
grew
wildly alive
in those
who adored you
on your final dawn breath
on that Friday the 13th
could that smiling orb
hear the wails
begging death to be a lie
every full moon since
an anniversary
disbelief lives on
that split second
reaching for the phone
expecting you to walk
out of the photo …
and you do
directly into our hearts
your essence
echoes on
here, yet gone
dead, yet alive
intermingled within
the love
you so carefully
planted
nurtured
grew
wildly alive
in those
who adored you
🖤 wwmd 🖤
— Becky
@deathdialoguesproject
Marking the fifth year of my dear brother’s death. He was largely responsible for the creation of this project— a “what would Max do”production. His wife’s tiny death story is on our Instagram and Facebook. 🖤
— Becky
@deathdialoguesproject
Marking the fifth year of my dear brother’s death. He was largely responsible for the creation of this project— a “what would Max do”production. His wife’s tiny death story is on our Instagram and Facebook. 🖤
