Why Lord, Oh Why?

    It's been 24 years since the day that you died;
    And we're still asking this question-why Lord, oh why?

     Why did He have to take you when you were so young;
     You'd hardly felt life; hardly had any fun!

     We sit here and wonder what you would be like;
     If you'd had the chance to grow to be more than a tyke!

          Guess we're not meant to know what you could have become;
          Cause God's taken you from us-what wrong have we done?

          People think that the pain should subside through the years;
     And it does to a point, but there are always some tears!

     When we think of you Brian-made an angel by "fate";
     We wish we could see you, but guess we'll have to wait!

           It just doesn't seem fair that your face we'll never again see;
     If alive, nearly 29-we wonder what you would be????

     A family's never the same after losing a child;
          Our days lack some feeling-everything's kept somewhat mild!

     We try and enjoy what we have here, ..... and yet;
     Someone is missing-someone we'll never forget!

     We all love you Brian, and wish you were here;
     We hold onto the memories, that's all we have dear!

     We'll go visit your grave, as we do all the time;
      But we feel we've been robbed-your death was a crime!

     We all love you Brian-and miss you so much;
     And all wish we could feel your warm, gentle touch!




MOM, LAURIE, AND JIMMY





Written 1991-Updated-2000

2000 Rita A. Hallenbeck

The Dove of Peace flies from site to site, through as many countries as possible.
It does not belong to ANY belief system. Please help it make a line around
the globe by taking it with you to your site, by giving it to someone
for their site, by passing it on to another continent, or to the conflict areas
of the world...



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