The Passing

What don't parents mean to us? Recently a friend of mine lost both of hers. I can't help but think what that would be like. She's an only child. She was sobbing on the phone, and then later in my arms. I didn't know what to say. I've tried to put that into words, but I know it doesn't do the loss justice. This is for you K, and for all the others who have gone through the heart-wrenching pain, and those who will:

The passing.


I thought that you'd never leave.
I thought you'd be there always.
To tell me when I was wrong.
To brighten up all my days.

You brought me into this world.
You brought me up to be a man,
You made me who I am now,
And now that you've left, I don't think i can.

Go on.

You taught me how to walk,
You taught me how to survive,
I don't know how you did it,
But you taught me how to thrive, and

go on

Every time I scraped a knee
Every time I slipped and fell,
Every time I failed a test,
I'd wait for you to tell, me to

Go on.

I thought that you'd never leave.
I thought you'd be there always.
To tell me when I was wrong.
To brighten up all my days.

I'm alone now, I'm all alone.
There's no one whom I can turn to,
Encouragement, or advice,
No one there to tell me to.

Go on

I guess I'll always carry,
This pain in my heart.
Maybe someday I'll marry,
And raise kids and play your part.

If I have a little boy,
I'll tell him about you.
I'll tell him just like you did.
When he falls, I'll tell him to

Go on.