You are nothing but a picture to me No memory of your smile No memory of your laugh No memory whatsoever... It's as if you never even existed You went away September 1st, 1964 18 years before my birth; God took control of the plane's wheel that day and took you far, far away You were too young to die... You never got to see your own children grow up Never saw your grandchildren, never bounced them on your knee Never had the chance to live a long life with your precious wife Never got the chance to say good-bye... I grew up without ever knowing that you were once there I never felt the warmth of your tender arms on my 1st birthday I never had the chance of seeing what a great pilot you were I never knew you, the man that my mother has loved all her life... But most of all, I never had the chance to say... Hello, I love you, and Good-bye. Dedicated to my grandfather and gaurdian angel, John Christensen.
Reason for writing:
Ok so I lied, THIS is my last.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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