So free and life is so vast with his whimsical imagination. When I come home from a visit with my father, he was always there with a smile and he would wrap his little arms around me. Instantly I'd smile and kiss the top of his cold, bald head. He knew how to take it all away for a brief moment. Sometimes I wonder if he knows when I need to laugh. Even when he sees me cry, he says childish things to make me laugh, he'd sit beside me and stay there until it all stopped. He didn't know that his cancer was tearing his body down.He kept that smile on his face. He wouldn't let the doctors tell him not to play around. He was just another kid to them. He was just my parents son, but to me, he was so much more.
I'll miss you, little brother.
Katie Perner
-5.12.11-
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