Watching his life being drained slowly from his body,
holding his cold clamie hands, hearing nothing but the frail words of regret.
Looking into his once bright blue eyes filled with pain,
nothing could be done but let go but I held this hand
of the man who helped make me .
How hard it was to be strong?
When all I wanted was to lay there and dye myself.
But my mother needed me,
I was the one who was there.
Not my choice but out of necessity, no one else could get away.
Not their fault they have lives to lead
How hard it was, how much we cried , the day we all said our goodbyes.
4 years have pasted...
The pain's still there...
How raw it is in our hearts.
no one can replace him, so why even try?
He loved us then and he loves us now.
Even in the here and now, after I hear his call...
"Don't give up ,help when you can
try not to judge your fellow man."
All hard lessons he tried to teach us
may we learn them well
and still we remember His will
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