Belated Friend Terry

Belated Friend Terry I always will wonder why When a person does die Them will think about more See while sitting on a shore An image of him passing by. Poetry he may be writing To his home me is inviting To see wife he does adore Who he never will ignore She loved him at first sighting Now we know what God meant When Terry to us He had sent Was friendly and not envious And him we will always miss Many years together we spent. Terry is now in God's hands And nothing from us demands Terry who we did distinguish To God we had to relinquish He us  surely, alwaysl understands. James Horn http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx I need everyone's analysis and appraisal so I can straighten poem out before I send it to his wife June. What happens to your email address when you die?