This poem was given to me by my brother Craig long before he left us, and long before his diagnosis.  He asked me to share this with the family in the event he parted with us.  I feel like this would be the appropriate time to share. - Larry.

Epitaph

 by Merrit Malloy

When I die, 

Give what's left of me away 

To children 

And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry, 

Cry for your brother

 Walking down the street beside you.

And when you need me, 

Put your arms 

Around anyone, 

and give them 

what you need to give to me.

I want to leave you with something, 

Something better than words

 Or sounds.

Look for me

 In the people I've known or loved,

 And if you cannot give me away,

 Let me live on in your eyes, 

and not in your mind.

You can love me most

 By letting hands touch hands,

 By letting bodies touch bodies, 

and by letting go 

Of children that need to be free.

Love doesn't die, 

People do.

So, when all that's left of me is Love, 

 Give me away.

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