Haiku Post-Mortem

I’m actually very late in posting this week, but with good reason. I’ve just gotten back from a fantastic week-long vacation with my family in a place called Massanutten that had very spotty to at times nonexistent wi-fi. But better late than never right? So to catch up here’s a bunch of haiku inspired mostly by the passing of my cousin, Sister Florita Gehret, whom we buried last Thursday. Readers of my blog will know of whom I speak. If you don’t, read last week’s post. These haiku are not so much morbid as pensive. But death does make you think. Have a great weekend.



Another passage,
As the death of a loved one
Raises life’s questions.

No one knew better
How to live in the moment
Than my late cousin.

No words can express
How the loss of a loved one
Changes who we are.

Death shall be our end,
And in its approach we ask
“What were our lives for?”

You can’t live backward.
So clean up after yourself,
And do what’s needed.

Try to live your life
Based on the best example
Of those before you.

When your time is up
No amount of medicine
Will delay your flight.

When one lays dying
Are one’s thoughts focused on the
Here or hereafter?

We’re borne to this world
Naked, afraid, defenseless.
We leave no diff’rent.

Sister Florita,
Little flower of my heart,
May you rest in peace.

Sister Florita at the piano

Sister Florita at the piano