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  • His light flickered
    for as long as he could
    and then it was gone
    He was gone
    He fought a battle
    the kind he chose to fight alone
    I never knew such courage
    and it's depth and sincerity
    until that last meal shared
    of that adobo he so loved
    on that fateful death bed
    when swallowing every morsel
    was just as hard for him as breathing
    and me looking at him without budging
    And even in that moment of pain
    he managed to crack a joke
    reminding me once again
    that in the end
    it doesn't matter how we leave
    but how well we live.

    For Michael, a brother, a sister, a sounding board. (January 12, 1980-August 10, 2014)
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