A Wish On His Birthday...

Can you but feel my sorrow, can you feel my pain,
or even see my tears fell down like rain,
know of the sickness and of the strain,
all of this I must endure again and again.

All of the drugs, the chemicals too,
the treatments I've been through,
from all those injections,
come bruises often black and blue.

Now I look so different, now I look strange,
for in this battle my body must change,
to defeat this cruel killer,
my life I must rearrange.

Cells in my body are me trying to kill,
to win this great fight I must have the will,
your help and love is all I ask,
to get me through this onerous task.

Every day and every night,
against this cancer I must battle and fight,
while I cry and weep,
this single thought I keep.

Reclaim my life, reclaim my right,
keeps me going night after night,
to live and to love are not only my birthday right,
I will not surrender, I will always fight.

I was reminded I haven't talked to the Dead!

Facebook has a new way to annoy its users and it is this dumb feature that attempts to get you reconnect with your friends - "friends" that you haven't spoken to or interacted in a while.

So they think they know the world's population now huh?  I don't know about you, but I certainly don't want to be reminded that I haven't "talked" lately to a friend that has passed away!

To resolve that, may be I should put my act together to fill in this form and help them identify its deceased member(s).