One Lucky Man

Since you died, it's been more than I can stand. But while you were alive, I was one lucky man. On Christmas Eve of 2012, my friend told me how lucky I was to have you and Dad. But my luck would soon run out and it's so sad. Two years ago when you were still alive, I liked the way it was. I didn't realize that your death would hurt as much as it does. It hurt everybody so much on the when we buried you. But while you lived, I was one lucky man and that is true. [Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]