May 13, 2012
It is just not right today,
today should be a happy day.
Instead, a day of sorrow and disbelief still,
a day that will never be the same for as long as I shall live.
Want so much to pick up the phone,
call you, tell you about my week,
hear your voice. I can almost hear it now.
Trying to stand as tall and proud as you once did,
trying to smile big like you do,
Living life to its fullest, trying not to worry too much,
only brings on stress.
You always tried to have a smile on your face,
no matter what,
I guess I get that from you,
along with a few other traits,
like my stubborness, independency, all good qualities; I think.
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