I did not cry when old yeller  died, nor when my ribs broke under nth a bulls leg, or when i lost my uncle. But i cryed when you left and broke my heart. i loved you and you messed with my feelings. i drank  for  weeks trying to make the pain go away but you came back. i put the bottle down and stayed  by your side. your love was my armor fate my sword and shield. i never left your side till i passed. as you cried i was there not in life but in death and i am always watching over you. i am the whispers in the wind the dirt in the ground and the house you live in. i am every were you r my love.