FOR YOU MY FRIEND..WILL BE FOREVER YOUNG...

If love is a universal emotion then the pain it often causes-some might say INEVITABLY causes-is equally universal. Yet, that only begs the more important question: why do tragedies and sad stories of emotional pain bring each of us strange kind of quenchness or pleasure?
Im sure phychologists have an answer to that question.. Im just as sure its a different answer than a writer would give. Maybe, in the end, the answer really isnt so complexed...
A burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe in the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain and sorrows is the only way we can live with the pain. And thats really what this poignantly sad stories are about-sharing.
It was a cold, windy june evening when you left this world Craig. I shut my eyes when i envision the day..i shut my eyes to block out your fate..i hear a thud and then your scream and i see the glistering tears falling from your kind eyes...
Even though i couldnt be there i feel as if i was there. I wish i could be there for you.. When i think of our days, the places, the things we did together, i feel warm tears slid from my eyes...
I know if you were here today, you would teach me how to deal with the images that are haunting me but, sometimes i feel i need these hauntings just to be close to you again..
Everyday i sit by the fire, where we always sat and burned sticks, going through your things, old notes containing footnotes with so many secrets that were so close to being taken up by teachers and instructors...looking through pictures that were left to be forgotton. Trying to forget memories that still haunt me in my sleep....
Today, when you left, i realized that death is part of life. No one escapes its clutches and no one long escapes the harsh reality of dealing with the loss of someone dear. I dont know why you had to go Craig-you brought us joy..you gave our friendship a true meaning..even though we had our little fights over silly things like phone lines and wiring lights-
i never wanted to be a pest..i needed your skills because you were good at it..im glad those times were only few and you knew, with you it was hard for me to argue. You always came through in the end..
Flowers for your grave. Both daintly and distressing as tears escape twin rivers of the soul. I gave convenient time infrequently expressing the sentiment between routine and role. Words were unspoken, they were considered unnecessary. Sunshines and shadows...petals and tears...flowers and rain...now the bridge is broken and the chance was temporary. To cross back and stroll through tender years.
So many eulogies and regret. I am so sorry, Craig. I failed to say just what i really meant. A cemetery debt, for friendship, for brotherhood, for love that went unpaid. And greeting cards i never even sent.
Forgive me.

I have a message for you from our friends:
"Trapped in the glorious years...within the memory of belief...lost of all grief..take the reasons, which once seemed so clear but never mind, you have nothing to fear...
For you my friend, will be, forever young...forever in the heart of memories..
Lost in the glory of time...the wisdom was there within that smile...so shed a smile and grin a tear...
For you my friend, will be, forever young..forever in the heart of memories...
We see not through our misery, forever young...forever young...
There is a new angel tonight"
Rest in peace my friend