Friday the 13th, your birthday. You’ve been gone for more than a year. Time never stops, but not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.
I don’t know where you are. I hope to see you again. I don’t know if there’s a heaven. I’d like to think so.
I remember how much you loved the flowers in your garden by the reservoir. I remember our bike rides in the summer. You never stood still, always found something to do. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.
I don’t know where you are. I hope to see you again. I don’t know if there’s a heaven. I’d like to think so.
Friday the 13th, your birthday. Flowers on your grave.