Rip
Growing up
Half strict
Half free
My mom
Your dad
One day
December 26
You were taken from us
My little brother
Not blood, not biological
Still family
Makes me hurt
Until this day
Memories of all the things you did
Karate
Hurricane football
Baseball cheers
Getting into college
Disappeared all my fears
A good kid
Bad surroundings
Life gets the best of us
You tried & tried
I wish I would of pushed
A little harder
Days I cry
Nights I try,
To piece things together
To figure out
Where we all went wrong
I just keep the great memory of
December 24th
Chatting with your dad
You yelled on the other side of the phone
Tell Sky
"I miss her, and I'll be down to visit soon"
The last words you said
The last words I heard
Replay in my head
It gets harder every day
But to love you and miss you
Is simple in every way!!!
R.I.P JAMES
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