No fear of death

Michael was not afraid of death. In fact he longed for it. So when his doctor told him that if he drank again, he would die, it carried no weight with him.  He was confident that he would be with God when he died. In some strange twisted way he did something very courageous. During his time on earth it took courage to face another day of pain. The depressions he suffered were unimaginable. His art shows the depth of despair he felt. He created hundreds of complex drawings with many colors that almost always had a satanic face in the middle of them. I once asked him why he kept drawing the same thing. He said, 'It gets it out of my head and on to paper'. They are the drawings of a very troubled mind. He wanted to be in a place of peace. To get there he had to go through pain and suffering that can only be imagined. It took courage to live and even more courage to die. Now that he has shed this body that caused him so much pain, he is free to be who he really is. He is here with me now. Perhaps thats why I have stopped crying. He promised to stay until Im ready for him to go. This Michael is full of light and love and peace. He is giving that to me now.