I'm sorry I'm so late, Junior. I didn't find out until last evening, baby. And, well, you know I've got to speak up for you. 
With a Jack & Coke in hand, and a pen in mind, I'll write your memories, my love. I'll tell the world of the side of you that very few were privy to. I'll write, and they'll read, and the ones who loved you most will know, by the light that took you home. I'll dedicate my everything to you, just as my love dictates such, and when, when I'm finished showing the world, I'll come home with you, to once again, stand by your side. For now, rest at ease, my wonded Angel, and let peace flood your tattered heart. FInally we can bandage our battle scars because there's No more fighting for you, baby. Your war, that ungodly tradgedy life had subjected you to, has come and gone, way too many times, and now, finally, it's done and through. I'll see soon my love, for only your heart will fit with mine, and for another heart in this world, I wouldn't drop a meger dime. Too many hearts were callous, cold, and cutting, towards you, a person who was only human, a person who was judged through and through. But rest at ease now, my sweet love, for only the warmest of hearts will wish for you, a magical peace that's pure lure, and on my hearts promise, entirely at your door. That of your family, who loved you for sure, but who's own hearts were beaten by the lurking gore of your war. That of your friends, the true friends, I mean, who fed you, and clothed you, and granted you a lien. That of your love, the one that's golden and true. Those are the hearts that will call upon you, with tears deep, or shallow, when in a moments memory, they see your roughly handsome face. I love you always, Junior, and no one on this earth can ever take your place.