Monday, March 26, 2007
{ 2:26 AM }
Today is March the 26th.
Last night, when the time hit 12:00 I said a little prayer for you and wondered if it was 12 your time too.
I prayed that you were well, like you once came and said to me in a dream.
I wondered if people remembered you, that it would have been your big day today, your 21st.
You were the big brother I never had, always looking out for me, always there for me. You understood the pains of growing up, our pains of growing up.
You once said you were proud of me, I never said it, but you knew I was proud of you too.
There are questions left unanswered, and I can deal with that.
We grew up together, playing among the saw dust and wooden planks of our grandfather's office. No one was closer to you than I was.
I looked through your friendster yesterday, words of mourning and we'll never forget you's. I wonder if they still remember you the way that I do.
Today would have had been a blast, 21 birthday bashes for you.
Today is March the 26th. I really, really miss you.
Today is March the 26th.
Last night, when the time hit 12:00 I said a little prayer for you and wondered if it was 12 your time too.
I prayed that you were well, like you once came and said to me in a dream.
I wondered if people remembered you, that it would have been your big day today, your 21st.
You were the big brother I never had, always looking out for me, always there for me. You understood the pains of growing up, our pains of growing up.
You once said you were proud of me, I never said it, but you knew I was proud of you too.
There are questions left unanswered, and I can deal with that.
We grew up together, playing among the saw dust and wooden planks of our grandfather's office. No one was closer to you than I was.
I looked through your friendster yesterday, words of mourning and we'll never forget you's. I wonder if they still remember you the way that I do.
Today would have had been a blast, 21 birthday bashes for you.
Today is March the 26th. I really, really miss you.
