The Obits Tell a Story
Some…
Die
Pass
Pass on
Pass away
Go home
Go to their eternal rest
Get their angel wings
Some…
Go peacefully surrounded by family
Are found alone
Fight valiantly to the end
Lose their battle
Never give up hope
Some…
Are remembered fondly
Leave behind to mourn
Are left unclaimed
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I like how the poem moves from the words we use to announce the death to the manner of death. I love your title.
Love this. The Obits are so interesting to read. You nailed it.
This poem inspires me to draft my own obit. I will use “keeled over” (unless I get hit by a truck).
Love that! I’ve yet to see “keeled over” in an obit.
The reason I get the paper is to read the obits. In this rural community where I’ve lived for more than half a century, I know, or know of, most of the deceased. More than half are younger than me. I know where to come to find the right phrase- your poem.
The obits do speak! We get a hint of the writer(s) of the obit(s) relationship with the deceased.
Chilling:
Are left unclaimed