God Was Your Closest Friend

God Was Your Closest Friend

by Randall Beers

I knew you were hurting although you wouldn’t cry,

And could see you were suffering, see the pain in your eye

I wanted to comfort you, to hold you, be with you that day,

You looked so helpless and frail while in bed you did lay.

I watched as you shivered from a new pain,

And wondered how I might have handled the same.

I wanted to scream, to shout, and to yell,

You said you were fine although your skin was so pale.

I knew in my heart your time was near end,

And wished I could take you, your body to mend.

I knew that soon God would be your closest friend,

You told me many times that’s how it would end.

I stood there watching as each breath came slow,

And fought to find courage, my emotions were low.

I promised you when the time came that I’d not cry,

You never saw my eyes wet, always they were dry.

I held your hand as I silently said goodbye,

And knew in my heart that soon you would die.

I stroked your forehead and said how I loved you,

You nodded and smiled and I knew that you knew.

I no longer care, my tears I can’t hide,

And as I stood there waiting for death by your side.

I knew then that God was your closest friend,

You had told me many times that’s how it would end.

This Guy Needs Help

I am a sailor in the New Zealand Navy. My parents live in the suburb of Seatoun and one of my sisters, who lives in Palmerston North, is married to a guy from Manchester, England. My father and mother have recently been arrested for growing and selling marijuana and are currently dependent on my two sisters, who are prostitutes in Auckland.I have two brothers, one who is currently serving a non-parole life sentence in Mount Eaden Prison, Auckland, for the rape & murder of a teenage boy in 1994, the other currently being held in the Wellington remand centre on charges of incest with his three children. I have recently become engaged to marry a former Thai prostitute who lives in Christchurch and indeed is still a part time "working girl" in a brothel, however, her time there is limited as she has recently been infected with an STD. We intend to marry as soon as possible and are currently looking into the possibility of opening our own brothel with my fiancee utilising her knowledge of the industry, working as the manager. I am hoping my two sisters would be interested in joining our team. Although I would prefer them not to prostitute themselves, at least it would get them off the streets and hopefully the heroin. 

My problem is this: I love my fiancee and look forward to bringing her into the family and of course I want to be totally honest with her. Should I tell her about my brother-in-law being a Manchester United fan?