Our goodbye shouldn't be as quiet as this.
Only a handful of people beside you on your final journey.
None of the usual companionship or comfort before or after your death.
Your kind hands and your beautiful face wrapped in a protective cover.
Our goodbye shouldn't be like this.
When the virus hit,
It struck you like a tsunami.
Knocking you over.
The newsreader said,
Today the virus has claimed another 77 lives.
And on that day you became one of that dreaded number.
But you have never been a statistic to us.
And you never will be.
Not a statistic on the day of your birth all those years ago.
Not a statistic on the day your long and good life came to an end.
To us you were everything.
You were in your time a daughter,
A sister,
A wife,
A mother,
A grandmother,
An aunt,
A neighbour,
An ever faithful friend.
You made us a family and your people a community.
Our goodbye shouldn't be like this.
But now as we return you to the universe from which all life comes and to which in the end all life ultimately returns,
We want you to know this.
Your goodbye will not remain as quiet as this forever.
We promise you when this is over as in time it will be,
Your good life will be celebrated as it should be.