I memorized the lines of your warm calloused hands, many times I traced them w/ my finger tips.

The strum of your guitar was the music of my life, playing my favorite songs whenever I asked.

I can still almost feel the shoulder that was mine to cry on, ever at the ready as promised.

Your eyes would water as you comforted me, aching because of my pain.

You were my peace.

I miss sharing jokes with you, the gentle way you laughed.

How we called each other to share our latest feats.

I can still hear your “hello, hello” when you came to visit.

Our heart to hearts shared while passing a joint.

You always listened and understood me.

You were my greatest friend.

You raised me to be a fighter, to have courage to stand up against wrong, be for myself or someone else.

Moving mountains to make the world what it should be, never settling for disappointment or backing down.

You were my hero.