As I sit here in my chair day after day, going over my memories of you, while looking
at your glowing face in the pictures on the walls. I remember how every one
told me it would get easier as time goes bye. And I think just how wrong they really were. I often find myself sitting alone and crying because you are gone. I cry when I think about all the good times and bad, your accomplishments and achievements. I cry because I will never see you get married or hold a grandchild fathered by you. Or what you would have been like in 10 years from now. The crying never ends and the pain never stops. So how can it be said it gets easier as time passes bye? |
