JUDY HAS DEPARTED OUR CARAVAN
Judy has departed our caravan
while she still had the will to roam.
She died enroute to somewhere;
Not in a nursing home.
Surrounded by friends, appreciated;
With destination and agenda;
living with gusto and vigor
in a mobile hacienda.
I think it is a kinder fate
when death comes from our blindside;
while focused on the task of the day,
to drop from our camel mid-stride.
Her death will not drag us to sadness
but remind us to remember
that time is a bird on the wing,
swiftly flying toward December.
Soon our caravan will up and away,
we've paused to celebrate and grieve;
respectfully cover her body with sand,
mount up our camels and leave.