What he posted was this:
What he couldn't have guessed is what things it struck in me. My written response came out in what I can only describe as spontaneous poetry. I do that from time to time.
A Child’s Response
The best of you is not gone,
It lingers in my heart
Where you dwell laughing and whole.
It doesn't matter your stories are incomplete now.
I can finish them all the same.
What matters is you are here with me.
It means the world to me.
Please don't worry about remembering.
I will remember for both of us.
For I need to be with you.
No less than you with me.
For you see, I lost my mother to the thrice-cursed, debilitating disease of dementia five years ago.