My brother, Mike, left this world on Sept. 17, 2010. I wasn't ready for him to do that, but I've been through the anger part of grieving already. He left me to deal with our 87 year old Mom. She drove him crazy when he was alive, however, the years of drinking his vodka didn't help either. That's what finally claimed his last breath - liver failure. He was your basic yellow color. I miss him so much. I talk to him. I write him letters. I cry and yet I know I have to move on somewhat. So here's my latest to Mike:
Feeling alone in my pain and grief,
Never quite achieving any relief.
A minute passes, maybe an hour at times,
When color peeks out from between gray lines.
Courage creeps in again for a while,
As I sit at my keyboard and begin to compile.
Emotions now flow from my heart through my hands,
Now I know I can go to peaceful lands.
Rest in Peace, Mikey
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