March 6 2016

Sunday March 6, 2016 was the day, the day that you went away-- only 47 you was much to young, seems like your life just begun-- you had so much more to do, and we had more to say like "I Love You"-- please tell me its all just a dream, cause sometimes i dont know to cry or scream-- so glad your in no more pain, sometimes i feel like im going insane-- wasn't ready to see you go, but the babies will always know-- that they had a papaw that loved them so, and will always be our hero-- i dont know how much i can take, when theres so much heartache-- waiting on you to heal, it just seems so unreal-- a great father.., always happy and strong, but wished you are here, where you belong-- everyday i die a little more inside, since my world turned upside--