A Voice from the Eastern Door
MAY 6, 1985 – JUNE 10, 2015
The moment that you died
My heart was torn in two
One side filled with heartache,
The other died with you.
I often lie awake at night,
When the world is fast asleep
I take a walk down memory lane,
With tears upon my cheeks.
Remembering you is easy,
I do it every day,
But missing you is a heartache
That never goes away.
I hold you tightly within my heart
And there you will remain,
Until the joyous day arrives,
That we will meet again.
Love, Mom, Jason & Cheyenne, Stacey & German and all the kids
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