I've never seen a dead body before,
Something I hoped to never see
But there he laid, alive no more.
Realizing how hard this would be,
I scooted closer to my mom
Tears flowing down my face
Grabbing my brothers palm
And fulling doubting the term grace.
From all the good times we shared,
To your lowest times in sickness
You always showed that you cared
Fully to the end that I hated to witness.
You protected me like a father,
Related to me like a best friend,
Everything I could want in a brother
Adam, you were a true godsend.
As time moves along slowly,
There is still not a day that goes by
That I don't question what is "holy"
Or shout to the heavens why.