Today we wonder where you are,
What is heaven to your eyes?
For heaven is one's own,
Individualistic as a shining star.
For you, Angel, is it a place where you can run and play?
A place where you can sing with joy and laughter,
Which your life was so full of.
Do they, up there, realize the kind and loving nature you display?
Stevie, is yours filled with video games and Simpson’s reruns?
Are you able to now fight dragons and win damsels?
Is there understanding and fulfillment, for which you sought?
Can you finally banish all the demons?
And Shane, the youngest, and too young at that,
Is your heaven comprised of lively puppy dogs and paper airplanes?
When the only time you are still is when you sleep?
Now can you finally beat your older brother in sports, and in combat?
Whatever your heavens are like,
I am sure your gentle, considerate, undemanding natures
Will be a blessing to all those up there with you.
I hope they truly appreciate all you have to offer,
As we do now, though we know your lives were sublime…
We only wish we had had more time.
Birth sign: Libra
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