I only go back to where I was raised to celebrate
or mourn. It is getting hard to tell the difference between
funerals and weddings. Laughing and crying look the
same from a distance. There are long meaningful
embraces at both. I wear the same suit,
only the tie changes. We raise the first glass of the night
to a memory no matter what. The only difference?
Whether or not there will be fewer of us next time.