Sometimes even now
When I stand in the sunshine,
I remember you died on a sunny day.
It was all crashing down around me
The violent tearing of my life as I knew it
You were gone without warning
I was driven to my knees
In the hallway
So confused and fighting the thought
That you died alone in your car
I felt the tile floor with my hands
I turned my head and looked outside.
I saw the brilliant blue sky and puffy white clouds
And wondered how the sun could possibly continue
To shine – on such a dark day.