Empty eyes stare deeply and wonder… where and who they are looking at.

Within, they are dumbfounded, outside, they are lost for emotions, lost for words.

A life once grasped so tight, a fist in the air and a shout. Where has that gone?

Lost thoughts, thoughts lost somewhere in time, shades of a youth running wild cede to an older man confined to a chair. With straps no less…

A gathering of people, they seem to be crying, feelings of familiarity among the faces…but then lost again…

A life once grasped so tightly, right hand in the air for the music, left hand clutching another… celebrations and a glass or two of wine.

Empty eyes staring with a hint of what? Anger? Confusion? Fear?

O the lamentations of the empty bodied survivors as they are fed, changed and put to bed with love and care…the circle of life that no one yearns for…

No more prayers, no more pleas for freedom, just a fleeting thought or a flash of a memory of something, someone, somewhere…

A theft of honor, pride or dignity…but no trace of regrets for a life well lived, a world well served and a legacy forever etched onto the stone that bears a true name.

Empty eyes closed now, soul and heart departed…faith decrees there is dancing once again, left hand in hand clutching a forever love and right hand waving towards the sky.

Grieve not for the damaged for their departure – celebrate them for their journey and the chains of pain they leave behind…the true freedom awaits them as they are greeted by the ones who came before them – in love, dignity and realizations.