my ability to help other sick people through my writing
You didn't take my crap, and didn't tell me how you feel.
You kept me in line, but you let me heal.
Because I raised hell, and chaos. No one could make me see.
You had the strength of many. Maybe three?
Always told the truth never lied. You kept it real.
You waited so patient until........
The School Of Hard Knocks is where I found my key.
It's you I thank. Because of you I am me.
Not to me. Just a regular guy who always said "take care".
A man despite all my shit was always there.
Thanks for teaching me that I deserved unconditional love.
Now I know you are someplace high above.
A long white beard, and your beautiful silver hair.
No worries, so carefree. Surrounded by so many that care.
Losing you has been so hard, and sure makes me sad.
You are with me everyday. I have your memory, and for that I am glad!