It was the yer of 99 when the good lord decided it was your time.right in the prime of your life he took you away.it was a freak accident.and then you went to a better place.i remeber one day we were talking and the next i was at your funeral. [ so rest in peace my brother. there will always be another day when i will say i love ya again but until then we will miss you dearly and love you so....... r.i.p. dear anthony.] it was the fourth of july supposed to be a day of happiness but for us all we knew was the tears and now we want you here. all the nicknames we had for you firejoe and smantny o dear anthony [ so rest in peace my brother. there will always be another day when i will say i love ya again but until then we will miss you dearly and love you so....... r.i.p. dear anthony.] hundreds came to say goodbye. and i saw you lay so peacully i couldnt see your face but i still know you are watching over me and evryone else.the flag was hung halfway on the pole.why couldnt god wait till you were old to take you away. [ so rest in peace my brother. there will always be another day when i will say i love ya again but until then we will miss you dearly and love you so....... r.i.p. dear anthony.]Birth sign: Libra
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