The weather was beautiful
and then it was not,
but sometimes it is again.

Days of possibilities
lead to days of dread
back to possible again.

Lives and days will still connect
with haphazard gaps
where his brother has been.

Community will endure
after he has left
echoes of laughter behind.

Continued mirth will follow
and then it will fade,
but will sometimes rise again.

Shades of loneliness will loom
or hide from the sun,
as random as weather.

Casey Mack (2011)