The Hurt...

How do you comfort your HOMMIE after he held his love of his life, the mother of his two Children in his arms, as she grasped for her last breaths of air , bleeding to death in his arms. 

My HOMMIE tried to quiet his screams of anguish in the garage cold floor as he held his children's dying mother bleeding out in a pool of Blood. She was his best friend, the love that calmed his wild side. He Held her tight one more time as life slipped away from her Eyes looking afar into death. 

He is a single dad now, broken, hurt BUT standing strong for his kids. 

It was hard for me to see him cry, I had no words but to Hug him , hold him like a brother. After the funeral all he wanted was for me to talk about child hood memories of laughter. He laughed out loud . For a while forgetting his grief. He stopped for a second feeling guilty for laughing, but later thanking me for helping him forget his anquish. I will spend time with my friend. I will so my best . We are 40 now , when we became friends we were 10yearsold . We are family