The good die young

He was never able to speak, and he died peacefully. His bones did not hold him up any longer, but he had no bad bone in his body. His mystery is taken to the grave with him. My wish is to find the answers that lie behind the image of his pale lifeless body, and he was a good man. He was so quiet in death. He was so sad and he was so glad to have been released from his suffering. In death I hope to discover the mystery of the 40 years of his life.

When he was young his proudest moment was when he learned how to walk, and he ran around the dining room table giggling the whole time round and round. He also bumped into it a number of times. He couldn't express his feelings except by laughing and crying. He never said a word. But he knew his saddest moment when a doctor took his ability to walk. He knew it and he screamed in anger and he cried in pain when he couldn't get up to walk. The wheelchair was an insult to him. But now he is safe from insult. He has no worries and he will live forever in our hearts.

I wished he could have said what he thought just once. Instead he left his imprint on all of us in his silence.