That Time Again

As the words blur together,

Visions of death taking over my mentality once again.

Dirt filled graves

Rose covered caskets

Rain and tears pour down on each tombstone due to things that we can’t imagine.

What happened?

How could you leave us?

Angry questions asked for no actual reason.

As the years pass by and the images become fainter,                                                                        

I just really hope that all is well on your end… 

6th Year

“Perhaps they are not stars…”6 years have passed by, almost too fast. Each filled with a lot of good and a bit of bad. One thing that will never change however is the love and gratitude that I have for you. Thank you for the endless lessons that you taught me, thank you for all of the adventures, and thank you for the laughs. And even though it’s hard not to get sad during this time just know that I am trying my best to make you proud. “Perhaps they are not stars…” but thank you for shining like one. I love you Pop… (June 6, 1967 – Feb  7, 2009)