Ode To Brock
He's so spirited and free,
Hardworker and sweet.
He's a follower of God,
And a holder of our love.
From lawn mower to drumer,
From son,
To significant other.
He'll always be here.
He'll always be near.
He'll never be forgotten.
He's my cousin through and through.
I love him dearly and that won't ever disappear.
So here's to you, Brock.
Your strength inspires us all.
For those who read this and don't understand, my cousin Brock was diagnosed with a
cancerous brain tumor many months ago. He's been battling it quite a long time and seemed
to be doing much better. Recently, I learned from my aunt that the cancer has spread and
he's not going to make it. He has mere weeks left. I love Brock dearly and pray for him
constantly. His strength brought me courage to overcome stupid fears in my life. Instead of
mourning his impending death, I've decided to celebrate his life and what he gave to us
without having to say a word for that's how he's always been.
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