Life.....

Some days I sit around and think alot, and when i do it does not always turn out good.
In may on the day i graduated college, M's best friend TJ died of cancer. He was one of the best friends we ever had. I miss him so much and so does M. When we are all out with friends and I often tell M that you know i wish TJ was here, he would really love this. Especially when we got to go to the Tulsa Talons football game and go down on the field with the players, he would have loved it. We really missed him 4th of july, every year we always would go over there and shoot fireworks and cook out. And man i really miss the fishin the 4 of us would do. But in the end i think he is in such a better place, no more chemo or lots of medicine that is gonna make him sick.

I was on the internet and found this peom...

Seventh Of December
by William Bough
The house is full, but empty and cold,He died today, not very old,
The family gathered, sat by the bed,Soothed the moans, stroked his head.
Didn’t drink, nor did he smoke,Dying of cancer, ironic, sick joke,
As the time drew near, he wasn’t there,The ones ‘round the bed, left to care.
Breathing labored, struggling, long,Small and weak, when once was so strong,
A life helping others, answering the call,
And a lump in the gut puts an end to it all.
He draws one last breath, now lying still,
Disbelief ‘round the bed, all eyes start to fill,Silence,
despair, empty looks, then a cry,Knew he was ill, can’t believe he would die.Although he is gone, he is still here,Feel his presence in moments of fear,Strong but gentle, sometimes strict, always kind,If I follow the example,
I know he won’t mind,For he was a good man, with heart of gold,
But he died today, not very old.