In a moment you were gone.
No good by no reason.
I heard yourlaughter that night.
I also heard the gun fire.
Heard the gun that took you're life.
You seemed happy just a few hours when we spoke on the phone.
We had plans,
I was only 16 & you 33.
15 years has gone by,
You have a grandson now,
Another grandchild on the way,
A daughter going to be a warden,
I know you would be proud,
I wish they new how much you loved then,
Hard to believe next year I'll be the same age,
As you when you passed ,
I know you kissed you're kids photo's before bed.
I wish you new how much you mattered to us.
You're life was worth something.
As much as I'd like to console you and say that time heals all wounds, it doesn't always, does it? The time that has passed proves that, I would imagine. However, it can numb the initial rawness and we can learn to cope with life afterwards...and even take great joy in what is left to us.