for Michael

April 21, 2011
By Anonymous

I didn't cry when I found out what happened to you.
I didn't cry when I walked into the church where your funeral was held...
or when I saw your face for the last time.
I didn't cry when they wheeled your casket in, and
I didn't cry when I saw your mother and
your sister...
with tears in their eyes.
But, when the music started,
when the song that we used to say goodbye, because it meant more than the words,
began to play,
I cried.


The author's comments:
We miss you, Michael.

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