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.