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--
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