Wednesdays Always Hurt Me....
Author: Shiloh


Today was not a good day.
Wednesdays and I have a terrible history
that goes back decades.
Today I learned that a man
that I always thought of as my brother,
that I have known since 1977,
died last Saturday.
I am numb. No other word to describe it.
I wish that I could cry,
but I'm not able to do that now.
I only know that that small place
deep inside myself,
in my heart, in my mind and soul....
that deep special place.... is hurting.
I have lost someone so important to me,
that gladly would I have taken his place in death,
were it possible to do that.
Tom, you are missed today,
you will be missed tomorrow,
but I will never forget you.
I love you, Tom. You were my sounding board,
my friend, my confidant, my conscience,
my guide and my example.
You wore many different hats
while I knew you,
and more importantly,
you were my brother.
Vaya con Dios, Tom.... Go with God.
I pray that we will see each other again.
And now... I am able to cry.
Oh, God, it just hurts so damn much.


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