It’s been a long time without you-exceeding sixty plus years. My memories of you remain vivid. Family, life, laughter and tears.
You were older-but never ignored me, spending quality time with your sib. You rode bikes, played marbles and baseball while I was still wearing a bib.
The time we spent being children, life on the west edge of town. Consistently stroll through my memories, so I keep writing them down.
The gap in our age didn’t hamper, the friendship that we shared. You made the choice to play at home, showing me how much you cared.
The years we spent together didn’t last as long as I’d hoped. After you were gone from our presence, we were left struggling to cope.
The result of this tragedy for us, your loss was too much to bear. A dense fog drifted in and lingered. Suffered alone-not willing to share.
Assumptions are made for a long healthy life-sprouted with faith from above. But things in our lives often don’t work out-no matter how hard we have loved.
Your life was gone much too soon-we were so lost without you. Holidays bore no special appeal, birthday’s seemed meaningless too.
There’s only so many candles-that fit upon your cake. Some celebrate numerous birthdays, others deprived their own fair shake.
The last birthday we shared when you were still here-was in July, 1958. Mom added a dozen candles on top, not knowing-this would be your last cake.
Happy Heavenly Birthday Larry! July 24, 1946 to October 11, 1958…