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Thank you to member Erika Feszt Russell for posting this poem, which was placed on her son's memorial page. If you can relate, please click "like" and feel free to share with Erika your thoughts (this poem is called FRIEND):

Don’t tell me that you understand.
Don’t tell me that you know.
Don’t tell me that I will survive.
How I will surely grow.

Don’t tell me this is just a test.
That I am truly blessed,
That I am chosen for this task,
Apart from all the rest.

Don’t come at me with answers
That can only come from me,
Don’t tell me how my grief will pass,
That I will soon be free.

Don’t stand in pious judgment
Of the bonds I must untie,
Don’t tell me how to suffer,
And don’t tell me how to cry.

My life is filled with selfishness,
My pain is all I see,
But I need you. I need your love,
Unconditionally.

Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand and let me cry,
And say, “My friend, I care.”

Joanetta Handel