~*Gone but Not Forgotten*~
Sometimes things happen without rhyme or reason,
They can be as mysterious as the changing seasons,
It’s a hard thing to deal with, young life cut so short
Your footsteps well never again grace the tennis court,
Well, at least not here on the physical Earth. The angles
Will be blessed with your smile and giant warm and
Loving heart. When we look up at the stars at night
You will be there to lead us on a path that is right.
We may as why? Why so soon did you have to
Go? That question will never have an answer.
Though that may lead us to be vexed, our hearts will
Heal over time. If we remember the good you have done
And the people you touched. The children that will receive
Locks of your formerly long hair, how grateful they will be
For the gift that you gave. Life is never easy at any point,
So I guess some things just need to be left unanswered.
It doesn’t really matter how it happened, the fact is your gone.
So, we will just remember you and some how move on.
Whether we run to take away the pain, or sing or dance,
Play our music loud, or just sit and cry to relieve the stress.
Your family and friends will all miss you immensely, but we
Know you are watching us from somewhere up in the big blue
You would want us to go on, and keep living life.
Brandon teach everyone up there how to do the ‘Tornado"
Or the ‘Nader" as I liked to call it. Play them in tennis
Maybe even challenge my Grandpa and my dads
Best friend Noel to a match, they would love that.
Make um laugh up there like you did us.
Oh and hey man just one more thing,
Have a super great time with those wings.
The world lost a great guy on
April 10, 2004; we love you and will never forget
Thank you for the good times. I didn’t get to talk to you
Much second semester, that doesn’t matter, have fun
In heaven and we will remember.
R.E.T
4/10/04
I wrote this only about 2 1/2 hrs after finding out one of my friends and high school classmates, (though he was Junior as was his passenger, I was a Senior) died in a car accident along with his passenger. So, though at the end of the poem, I talk about "a great guy," the world lost two great guys. I just did not really know Darren other than by name, so this was my initial raw emotion about Brandon.
