We say “passed”
as if they’d tossed a football.
Some use “transitioned”
so you imagine a Star Trek
It doesn’t help.
Lately, it seems
not a month goes by
until I hear myself tell the kids,
“You want a reliable career?
They’re called funeral directors now.”
I need to get out, get on with it.
Live on in their name, as we say.
But it does get lonely in here.
Like when you think of a joke
that only they’d get
and look around to finger
some trinket left behind.