A windy day. The cars in slow formation. Not far away. A final destination. One mother's son. His father's distant gaze regretting. Where they went wrong. He always found it too upsetting. Me and my friend. We lived our lives completely. From start to end. You and your friend so sweetly. With strength and pride. In spite of everything and swimming. Against the tide. To obstinately hope of winning. And at the end. Your funny uncle staring. At all your friends. With military bearing. And stopped to stand. To smile and speak of you directly. Goodbye shake hands. Like you did everything correctly. To wipe away the tears. No more pain no fear. No sorrow or dying. No waiting or crying. These former things have passed away. Another life begins today