For John Ecklin

Written by: Charles Henderson

I've buried a brother.
I've buried a father, a mother.
Into the ground have gone aunts 
and uncles at one time or another.

Friends I have lost by the score.
Seems there could not be any more.
But every day it wears my brain sore,
realizing who will never again grace my door.

Best friends are by name defined.
They only come once in two lives affined.
If one leaves, no one steps up as if assigned.
The empty spot forever seems that way designed

My best friend is now no more.
He surely is waiting on some far shore.
Which will be shown to me when I'm no more.
A new world, where for eternities we can explore.

John and Teany left a hole in my heart allowed only to friends.