Everything they say happens for a reason,
or so people say.

But when you slipped through the crack
of this life and on to the next,
I so wasn't ready, prepared for it.
I never got my chance to tell you even just good-bye.
That night, that you went and died on me,
I had so much more to tell you than what I managed to get out.

But any how, enough of that.
I just hope that you know,
how much I miss you so
and that I Loved You very much,
and still do to this day.

Not a day goes by,
where I don't stop and think of you.

I wonder what your reason was
for having to leave us so suddenly,
the way that you did.
It just doesn't seem fair,
that the nice have to die
and the evil live on,
like nothing ever happened.

Written: Tuesday 18 December 2001