A Piece of Me Died Today, A Piece of Me Lived

As we talked about grief this past weekend, it brought back some powerful feelings of memories and loss. Especially the loss of my oldest sister Rhonda, who we lost much too young, 10 years ago. We miss her deeply, but we hold onto and celebrate her memory and her life that still impacts us to this very day. 

I wrote this about the messiness, the hope, the confusion and the pain of losing someone so close. I wrote this about the beautiful and generous soul she was. As they say, “You must feel to heal.”

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A piece of me died today, a piece of me lived.

A piece of me tried today, a piece of me didn’t

A piece of me cried today, tears full of stain

A piece of me lied today, avoiding the pain

Life moving fast, never ending the same

Voices of reason, always getting the blame

A wound ignored, a heart who needs mending

It makes wrong choices, leads to bad endings

I’ve lost a sister, now it looks like I’ve lost more

It’s hard to explain, if you haven’t walked through that door

The sadness is deep, because the memories are good

I need to take the high road, I know that I should

A piece of me shouted, “Let the truth be shown!”

A piece of me whispered, “Don’t throw the first stone.”

A piece of me wished, “Things need to get fixed.”

A piece of me prayed, “Let Your will be the fit.”


Wish we could go back, do the things we used to do

They say that doesn’t work, every day is new

So I’ll drink today, be it a bitter-sweet cup

I’ll focus on the good, always looking up

A piece of me saw today, that great divide

Where there’s no shame, arms open wide

“I want to see more!” my heart screams and shouts

Faith is where I believe, overriding the doubt

I can see her smile, I can see her hair

I can see her worry, I can see her flair

I can see her warmth, I can see her care

I can see her pain, this isn’t fair

But I can see her grace in her children so grown

Her house was a refuge, a safe place, a home

Memories flood our minds, our hearts seem beleaguered

Because they’re preparing the way to being reunited forever

God bless you Rhonda and the legacy you have left.

Until we meet again.

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