It's like a bad Dream that plays over and over in our head of the things we've done or the words we would have said theres not a day that goes by that we wont think of you even after this time we still miss you what are we going to do? maybe this is the way were supposed to feel maybe our wounds are never intended to heal but can I ask one question how could god need you more than I? now that I think of it I wanna cry...
(I wrote this in the prospective of me and my sisters to my grandpa he died of lung cancer not to long ago we miss him very much please comment and vote)
