Remembering that day, unknowingly the last
Bitter, sweet, haunting, visions of the past
He was vibrant and seemed so free
Wasn't long for this world then gone was he

A courageous man with a great big heart
A viking warrior, right from the start
A magical mind, an enlightened brain
Your big Brother's passed, the violent pain

Three years on and still so sureal
Grief is horrific, how does one heal?
He was my hero, biggest inspiration
A rare intelligence with fierce dedication

We feel him at times, his energy is there
Smiles and sadness, in this we share
I found a white feather on the ground
It's his way of saying, he's still around

Can't bring ourselves to say goodbye
Another question that begins with WHY?