I always wondered how it felt to be getting old and family and friends are dying away. 

Slowly, I am learning.

It is a letting go.

Little by little,

you fade into the mist,

you become lighter and lighter,

like fairy stardust,

like the thinnest silk,

like air.

You float, you say goodbye,

you ponder a new hello,

someplace else,

someplace invisible,

someplace beautiful,

filled with family and friends,

the place you too, inevitably,

are going.