Till the end while suffering Himself inside. I held his hand until he died wearing his favorite tee shirt, A picture of Che Guevarra On his chest and the lying Words, No Fear. He never would admit to me the problem that he had. And when I tried to bring it up, he shut me out, although he loved me. So I fell silent.
Some lives are great but Yet are short.
And none Of us are perfect. Yet In the time we have, we Experience the unforgettable. Whenever I hear music, I hear Joel singing still. More so when very young. And I still cannot celebrate His living without grief.