I desparately need help. My uncle, 54, dies on Wednesday after a 6 month battle with esphogeal cancer. He struggled all day in a way that words can not describe. He has lived in my home since he was diagnosed and we fought it together. At 12:15 Lori's song Never doe young popped into my head. I am not a great singer...but the angels in that room gave me voice. I held his hand and started singing it. He squeezed my hand. I stopped. He squeezed again. He was drugged and in a state between here and what comes beyond but he heard me and asked me in his own way to continue.