When I met you, Henry, I knew from the start,

I’d met my match — in wit, in charm, and heart.

We fell fast, we fell hard, it felt like fate,

Two firestorms colliding — it was passionate, it was great.

We dreamed of a life that was big and bright,

And then came Alekzander, our guiding light.

You were tender, funny, and wildly free,

You loved him fiercely — that, no one could ever not see.

You had him belly-laughing before he could crawl,

The king of silly voices and back hallway brawls.

He thought the world of you — he still does, he always will,

And even now, your echo in him is loud and still.

You passed him your music, your love for the past —

Duran Duran, The Cars — songs built to last.

The Outfield blaring through the living room air,

Now he’s 15 and acts like the 80s are rare.

He scoffs at today’s tunes with theatrical disdain —

A teenage throwback, thanks to you, again and again.

But Henry... love must walk hand in hand with truth.

And there is more to your story than joy and youth.

You hurt people. You hurt me.

And you hurt your son, more than you’d ever see.

You broke my heart — not once, but in layers,

With your silence, your drinking, your endless deniers.

You refused to own the damage you’d done,

Blaming everyone else until they'd all gone.

I watched you lose friends who would’ve stood by your side,

If only you hadn’t let pride be your guide.

They offered their hands, their hearts, their care —

You met them with anger, as if love wasn’t there.

I begged you, Henry. I pleaded in tears.

I said, “This will take you. Maybe not now — but in years.”

And still, the bottle came first, day after day,

Until we had to go our separate way.

You made home unstable, you made love unsafe,

And it took everything in me to keep us both brave.

I had to shield Alekzander from the storms and the mess,

From the chaos and confusion he couldn’t express.

And yet — even then — we found a thread of peace.

We parented together, and shared little joys at least.

Trips to the zoo, to the beach, little getaways —

Moments of calm in the heartbreak haze.

You were a complicated man — no hero, no saint.

Brilliant, magnetic — but riddled with restraint.

You loved your son — I never doubted that truth.

But he needed more than just flashes of youth.

Still, I will always love you — not blindly, but real.

Through the ache, through the loss, through the things we still feel.

Because somewhere in you was a man full of grace,

But the darkness inside never gave him much space.

So goodbye, Henry — you’ve gone too soon.

May you finally find peace beyond this room.

And when Simple Minds plays on a radio near,

We’ll both stop and listen... and feel you here

Henry did not provide for Alekzander his 15 year old son or myself (it’s complicated) and I am unable to cover the expenses to lay Henry to rest.

I kindly and sincerely ask for any assistance to help give Henry a beautiful farewell..

Thank you so much in advance. We are forever grateful.