R.I.P. Pokey (March 27, 1987 - March 13, 2013)

Missleading (Pokey)

In the end, it wasn't cancer that got the better of you.

It was I.

I got your strength.

I got your serenity.

I got your humor.

I got your kindness and your abiding good will.

I got wild, raucous rides, and I got long moments in the sun.

I got your heart-stopping energy.

I got your peace.

In the end, I gave you what you most needed:

Permission to go and help to get through.

And in the end, I got from you what I most needed:

Memories of a life well-loved.

'Bye, Poke.  It was a great run!  You will be sorely  missed.  I don't know who will sop up my sadness now that you've taken away that emotional heat-sink that was your heart.  I only hope that your eighteen years with in my life were as happy for you as they were for me.