11 Years

He was born, he was happy, he was perfect.
He was sick.
He was strong, he was a fighter.
He was a brother, he was a goofball, he was a genius.
He was given a short sentence on this hell called Earth,
For that we should be thankful.
But he is loved. He is missed. He is a constant reminder to live to the fullest.
Tears are still shed, hearts are still broken.
If only the shadows could bring him back as he was before.
Before the cancer took the sparkle from his smile.
Before the medication took his energy.
Before the tubes replaced the happiness in his eyes with pain.
When he was still my little brother and my savior, instead of just a cold body.

  Rest In Peace, James ”Bobo” Michael Fauteux. June 27, 2003 - December 22, 2014
You've been on my mind a lot tonight as I work.

absencebrothercancerdeathhurtfree verse

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