I was his best man one short year ago.
He has been part of my family for half of my life. He has always been quiet, full of faith and sincere smiles that reach into his eyes. Fantastic heart and funny jokes.
He has always been strong.
I once wrote a beautiful song for he and his love.
It's been a difficult year. Thinner now, more frail. Same beautiful smile and witty jokes that light up his love's life, but the smile doesn't always reach his eyes these days.
There is a long road ahead.
It involves hospital beds.
It involves needles.
It involves cutting and sewing back together.
It involves facing fear head on.
Most of all, it involves faith and love.
He has no choice but to face his fears daily.
His faith is inspiring and true.
His love is truer than any poet's words could ever portray.
He is loved devotedly.
He is a bright and constant heavenly sun among a hell of ever-encroaching darkness
and uncertain times.
Sometimes a song isn't enough to convey these things.
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