Today was just another day,
until last year when it wasn’t.
The devastating news took the wind out of me,
like someone punched me in the stomach.
Someone I loved was dead.
Mowed down by a hit and run driver.
But this wasn’t just someone.
This was a Queen.
Even her three sisters called her that.
Before she was gone.
When they thought they had time.
We all thought we had time.
But we didn’t.