I missed who the zombie was before their decline
The hugs, the advice, the caring, the love,
which was freely shared and appreciated.
I watched the zombie get weaker and weaker.
The years passed and I mourned for them.
Over and over mourned for them, but now,
I mourn for a final time:
remembering the good times, the laughter,
the wisdom imparted, and the love,
So hard to let the tears flow,
but that is what they would have wanted -
cry and move on with love in my heart
for the zombie who died long ago,
but lived on until last Thursday.
Rest In Peace.
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