A friend of mine passed away on Monday of last week.
I went to the funeral Saturday.
He was more than a friend to me. I loved him deeply.
I took him in, helped him get a job, tried to help guide him.
I tried to let him live his life.
He moved out...got his own place. I felt like I had lost him then, but it was OK because he had a life...and once in a while I would hear from him.
I never knew that one day he would call me up and we would see eachother one last time.
I never knew just how much I would miss him when he left this planet.
God I miss him so.
I can wait, but I hope to see him again in God's time.
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