You . . . You are my strength, you are my weakness. You are my dreams, you are my nightmares. You are my reason to laugh, you are my reason to cry. You were here, you were there, and I still feel you in the air. You were musically unique, musically gifted, your music now, makes me feel lifted. You were my best friend, you are my best friend, you were a best friend to many, and friendship like yours never ends. The stories I have heard, the pictures I have seen, why is life so mean? What do I say? What do I do? When I pray I feel closer to you. The tears I cry are the tears of fear, fear of life without you. So quick, so fast, your last breath, Death, Light, you regain your sight, to delight you live again, A life of calm, a life with no harm, A life with grandparents as they wait behind the gate, Before you left, I hope you waved everyone goodbye, as you started your life again at a new high. I sit alone and cry, I don’t want people around me as I look for you in the sky, I see rain and know you feel my pain. Thank you for the visits, the visits at night, the way you use your bedside light to say goodnight. Skooba Ste, Skooba Ste, in memory of you we’re going to Dovestones and planting a tree. I love you, I miss you, my brother Stephen I am with you. Matthew Furse, (Brother and best friend to the one and only Stephen Furse.)