Tim R.I.P.

Somehow its raining now.
The tear raindrops of all the sorrow.
The sad redemption of god.
To understand.
It isn't fair for the pain we feel but to cease all.
To testify.
The rain is perfect now.
The mournful tears of tranquility.
Liberate his friends.
Call the rain.
Call the perfect rain.
Remember the perfect sunny Friday,
for a horrific Saturday.
Hope for an okay Sunday.
Take the Monday next to draw your conclusion.
Sit in wonder.
The wonder of every single raindrop.
Each one tells a different story.
Some good.
Some bad.
But one sky and one storm.
Sit in silence.
Remember the perfect rain as it washes away your sorrow.
Forgive him and yourself.
Tragedies claim, but let that not stop your heart from beating.
We, your friends, your family, your community, your world, your laughs, your smiles, will miss you dearly. Eternally, please please may you rest in piece.

For Tim. Whom passed Saturday the 26th of April. Suicide. I didn't know him. But he and Bob Bannick passed this year. We are all filled with hurt. Pass well Tim