their isnt a day goes past when i wish you where in my grasp fun days we had in winter in summer good times and bad daughers i still see glances and talking to me about years we all had in years before your last days to remember you is all that i have and pictures remembering the good and the bad but knowing your looking down on us all remembering your past never understanding why you left in such a short time but always remember you with fondnest and in my warm heart a true friend if you where still here the laughter the love would truly start,