Sometimes it is hard

Sometimes it is hard

To understand what a man is thinking. What is going on in his mind.

What makes one man walk away from the brink and another throw himself into the abyss.

Sometimes its hard

To understand why one mans demons effect him so greatly while another can keep them at bay in the shadows. How a similar path can look so different through different eyes.

Sometimes its hard

To see that someone that has so many great gifts may have the most trouble with the simple things we take for granted. To remember to cherish what we have every day.

Sometimes its hard

To realize that someone you loved is gone before his time. To remember to separate the grief from the guilt. To remember all that was good in his life and hope that finally he may have some peace.

Rest in Peace my Cousin, my Friend. You will be missed