I Lost a Friend
He was a father, he was a brother, he was the all time quarterback.
Justin was my best friend's older brother. I have known him for thirty years,since I was like six. I grew up with him,
I am holding it in, I cry when I think about it, so I don't think about it. I need to face it but it's hard. I go to my friends house, and I have flashbacks of when he was he here. I see him weighting up in the kitchen, playing civilizationII on PS2.
If I have these random memories, I know his family has way more and I cry for them. I step outside and I remember kick the can. I remember endless football games. I have memories of Justin on every road on the block, from Finley cemetery to the creek bank.
I am grateful for every memory I have of him, and I will treasure them forever. I feel both grateful and lucky for having known him and will miss him with every sense of my being.
Justin was my best friend's older brother. I have known him for thirty years,since I was like six. I grew up with him,
I am holding it in, I cry when I think about it, so I don't think about it. I need to face it but it's hard. I go to my friends house, and I have flashbacks of when he was he here. I see him weighting up in the kitchen, playing civilizationII on PS2.
If I have these random memories, I know his family has way more and I cry for them. I step outside and I remember kick the can. I remember endless football games. I have memories of Justin on every road on the block, from Finley cemetery to the creek bank.
I am grateful for every memory I have of him, and I will treasure them forever. I feel both grateful and lucky for having known him and will miss him with every sense of my being.
36-40, M
