Leaving a Marc on our lives.

As some of you may be aware recently my young nephew

who is pictured here to the left died after having a drug and

drinking binge.He was only 19 years old and had lots to live

for,but as is the sad reality of taking a cocktail of crack,cocaine,with numerouros drinks he fell asleep on his sofa and never woke up.

I wrote this poem for him and our family to keep his memory alive,I read it out at his funeral which was one of the hardest things i have ever had to do,and barely managed to hold the poem in my hands because i was shaking uncontrollably,but i got through it because i knew i had to read it out,i did not want someone who didn't really know him like we all did to read it,Also i often write poems to express my feelings and fears and use it as a coping strategy,its one way i can deal with things without losing my way.Please allow me to share with you this personal poem of the grief we all felt the day he never woke up.

A MARC ON OUR LIVES

You was always the one that would wind people up

You was always the one that would never shut up

You was always the one that was never in the wrong

You was always the one that would go on & on

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But from always to never is to much to bare

We love you & miss you it just isn't fair

We will never again hear you laugh out loud

We will never again see you run with the crowd

We will never again see to acting real cool

We will never again see you acting the fool

You were hardly a child,yet barely a man

We all want some answers but nobody can

A nephew,a cousin,and to many a dear friend

A grandchild,a brother so many hearts left to mend

And for two broken parents a precious dear son

Who would give everything up just to hear you say

'dad' & 'mum'

No matter in who or what you believe

The death of the young is so hard to conceive

The memory of you will live long past the tears

Even if they are memories of a few precious years

Its a blessing to believe you are now with your nan

And hugging baby Sean when ever you can

No dought Shane will be waiting to have a good time

We know your uncle Kevin will ensure your just fine

Your sudden harsh death has cut like us all like a knife

But we promise you have certainly left a MARC in our lives