The lucky ones have already died. They’ve gone ahead and migrated over to the other side. They are no longer suffering or relying on pain meds just to get by. The lucky ones have already died. They no longer have to struggle to remember answers to questions about where or why. They no longer have to search for words to help them pretend or deny. The lucky ones have already died. They’ve looked straight into their loved one's tearful eyes. They’ve taken their chances and said their goodbyes. The lucky ones have already died.