Son, I do not mourn your death as much as I mourn
the death of the dream that died with you.
I know that you suffered; your tired body was worn out,
but the dream was very much still alive--
A dream that you might decide to fight a little longer
buy us a little more time and keep this dream alive…
A dream that you might live long enough
to witness the cure of your dreadful disease…
A dream that you might be able to realize your dream
to continue your studies and graduate from college…
A dream that you could experience some measure
of independent living and land your dream job as a sportscaster…
A dream that you would find that special someone
and experience the euphoria of romantic love…
A dream that you would find your soul mate,
get married, and know the joy of becoming a parent…
A dream that you would live long enough to see
your mother healthy and whole and happily remarried…
A dream that you would live long enough to see me give
your sisters away to men who will love them as much as you and I…
A dream that you would decide to give your stepmother and me
a chance to provide a home and care for you as we so wanted to do…
A dream that we could become the family we longed to be
and renovate the room above the garage to be your bachelor pad…
A dream that you might finish your degree here at Nicholls
and remember the joy of playing power soccer on our new team…
A dream that we could allow you to take your monthly disability check
and buy your dream accessible vehicle or whatever you wanted…
A dream that you would live long enough to have on this side of time
more peace and understanding—you had less than your fair share.
Now you are gone and I must not dwell on what might have been,
but life will never be the same now that this dream has come to an end.
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