I read those awful words
And somehow knew
Exactly what post mortem
Would conclude
And though I guess
I never knew you well
Your brother’s pain I felt
And that was hell

Unfair to steal away
Someone so young
Just barely started
Half a life undone
To leave a family
Grieving and confused
Questioning what they
Could or should or would

When truth is…
Really fate cannot be fought
The writing’s in the stars
You get your lot
Few people knew you
Had that damn disease 
That fries the brain
So unexpectedly

And even those who did
Would not have thought
Those seizures could
Have such a tragic cost.
A loner throughout life
Misjudged, misread
In death I hope you find 
Your peace, instead.

© Blackheart