"Don't ever complain about growing old, so many people never get the chance"
heaven must be a wonderful place now that you're there cause I know
the world is a lot less beautiful without you by my side..
Since calling your name won't bring you back
than we might as well forget the tears
and it hurts so bad to let you go...
but it's selfish to keep you here.
i've learned that goodbyes will always hurt
pictures never replace having been there
memories good or bad will bring tears
and words can never replace feelings
The bittersweet tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
I would trade ten thousand tomorrows for just one single yesterday.
today i will place 12 roses on your grave, 11 of them are real & the last one is fake and i will love you until the last one dies
when they ask you how he died .. tell them how he lived
Could we ever forget your sparkling eyes
or the way you brightened each day,
or your smile which is etched in our memories,
so you're never far away?
Could we ever forget those priceless moments?
The answer, of course, is never.
For you were part of our lives for a brief time,
but you'll be part of our hearts forever.
It was a day of sorrow and tears.
A day for mourners and grief.
A day which marked our fears.
The day I expected least.
There were sympathetic words being said all around.
But my ears heard none of them ... not a single sound.
My eyes were filled with water.
My smile refused to show.
I was angry at the Father,
For taking his body and soul.
I wanted him to open his eyes.
To say he was taking a nap.
Though I knew he wouldn't rise.
I prayed I'd get him back.
There was no warmth in his cheeks.
No hint of rosy complexion.
All that was left lying there,
Was a mirrored, lifeless reflection.
I looked up toward to heavens,
As they lowered his casket below.
I wanted to shout "I love you, more than you'll ever know!"
As hard as I tried, I couldn't speak.
My voice was lodged in my throat.
My feet were frozen to the spot,
My fingers clutched to my coat.
It was a day of sorrow and tears.
A day for mourners and grief.
A day which marked our fears.
The day I expected least ...