I wished that Heaven had a telephone, so I could hear your voice.
I wished you hadn’t left me here alone, but I know it wasn’t your choice.
I sat and thought of you again today,
but that is nothing new.
I thought of you yesterday,
and each day before that too.
I think of you in silence.
I often loudly cry out your name.
Now all I have left is my memories,
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is a cherished keepsake,
With which I will never part.
So while God holds you in His arms,
I will hold you in my heart.
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In memory of my little brother who was killed at the age of 26.