Last night as I said a final farewell to my sister

I thought of her, our childhood, our family

I reflected on her life, her sadness, her pain

I considered how her life could have been different

I censored my actions, my thoughts, my values

I pondered on beliefs based on flimsy foundations

grief is tough, it wakes me up in the night accusing

Shouts out what I could have done differently

digs in deep to winkle out my pettiness

However life goes on, what is past is done

I have choices, I can wallow in regret and sadness

or I can get on with what time I have left

fill it with the unconditional regard of friends,

The joys of family, the special ‘grandy’ times

So many times I suggested that Leslie record her blessings

Now is the time for me to record mine.