A young man of 39, a friend of two of my children, hung himself. His funeral was today. I've known him since he was in the 5th grade with my oldest son. They were best buddies. It has been very hard for all involved. It hits close to home.
For Zach--39 Years And You're Gone
Zachary, I couldn't come see you today
I'll just keep your picture in my heart
The thought of you in that wooden box
Is just too much pain and it hurts too deep
So sleep and rest your troubled soul, young man
I'll remember your bright sparkling blue eyes dancing
Your blond hair cut short and spiked
Those pretty white teeth and your cunning smile
Letting the world know your mischievous mind was functioning on high
While your tender heart was concerned about your family
Zach, I wish you hadn't taken your life
But dear one, I know that sometimes life can be too tough
Addiction is a disease of body, mind, and spirit
It is a devourer of humanity
Oh, my dearest boy, I've known you since you were ten years old
And I hoped that you'd overcome that awful curse
These tears are for you and your wife and your little girl
Life without you will never be the same for them and this world.
Thirty-nine years and you're gone.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2017-08-15 at 00:36
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