The End of Man Is Knowledge

i know the last thing he'll ever say. I pray for him every day, even after i stop praying about anything else. Every night still i say his name and ask god for mercy. He can't know whether knowledge will save him or kill him. The months of not knowing become years, and then more a decade. And then one morning not long ago, i typed the kid's name into the search bar. It's an unusual name, easy pickings for google. I hit enter, and the first link was to aface book. There he was, 18 years old, a decade and a half removed from the one day we spent together. Would be to know one way