Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Violets Are Blue

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Time flies by and
We still miss you

Frank and I went to the landfill today and as we came back up the road I turned my head to look at the barn and the house sitting there so empty.... my heart sank and I began to cry. I miss you so much and well sometimes it is unbearable.

I turned to look at Frank as we flew along the road in the old farm truck and his tears were falling as fast as mine... what a friend we lost, what a brother we miss. It seems like just yesterday we were all so young, traveling the world without a care in the world... they say only the good die young, and I so believe it now.

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