Around 21 years ago a good friend of my husbands died He died to young and would only be in his sixty's now. I have been thinking a lot about him lately......wish he could have lived to see our girls grow up and would love for him to meet our grandson, what would he be doing now. I wrote the following poem the year he died which was on Valentine's Day.
A friend has died!
But everyday we see him in countless ways:
His laughter, wit, and silly grin
All these things remind us of him.
Taken away so suddenly,
Was such a shock for you and me.
You were with him in the end
Always, forever, a caring friend.
You grieve so quietly, silently,
While I grieve for all the world to see.
Each of us in our own special way
Will never forget that tragic day.
Our life goes on; it seems the same,
The impact of this will always remain.
A friend has died,
But everyday we see him in countless ways.
Written in memory of Ed Arthur~February 14,1989