For some
It is a battle
That cannot
Be won
It is a war
Waged within
Personal demons
That sometimes

This week, a friend of mine that I have known for nearly 35 years, who is like family to me, lost his son. His heart is laid bare and shattered into a million pieces that will never be able to be picked up.

And all I can do is stand there. Cry with him. Remember with him. Listen to him. And sit quietly with him.