A man i love died today,His life was cut too short.
He stood by my dieing Mum,
And never left her side.
I respected him more than I've ever respected any man, ever.
Mum was cantankerous and moody in her last years,
As cancer ate away at her once beautiful body.
He was there for her, no matter what.
No matter what.
He gave her daily injections and wiped away her tears.
He held her in his arms, telling her everything was gonna be OK.
I never told him how much i respected him.
How much i appreciated him.
How highly i thought of him, above all others.
He died 9 years ago of a broken heart, the day Mum died.
But none of us saw it.
Maybe we chose not to?
We all thought he'd eventually move on.
He was so much younger than Mum.
He Still had so much to give.
But he just couldn't move past her death, her life.
He used alcohol to kill himself, slowly, slowly.
He literally pickled himself.
He loved our mother until she died.
He loved her until he died.
We never told him just how special he truly was.
Now he's gone.
Gone
This is a harsh lesson in life.
Waiting till tomorrow to tell someone what we think of them isn't enough.
Because tomorrow might be too late.
For us, it was too late.
It is too late.
Too late.
He's gone.
He left today.
The world was a much richer place with him in it.
We loved him.
But now he's gone.
