Being Lucky (in memoriam)

You were surrounded by love,
buoyed by friendship,
cared for and about.

So many people came to visit,
to sit and hold your hand,
to eat with you and watch you sleep.

They poured their love into and around you,
and you survived,
beyond all of the odds.

You lived longer
then anyone predicted,
but not as long as you wanted.

Life is rarely as long as we want.

At the very, very end,
you said you were Lucky.
You knew you were so very loved.

And with that,
you finally, quietly, inconspicuosly,
let go.