You were annoying and stubborn and funny and kind.

You always could give someone a piece of your mind.

You knew just how to talk for a little bit more.

You could hold the conversation an hour ... or four.

Fix up the truck or find me a phone book,

I could always count on you with just one look.

Now far, far away to a place I don't know.

I wish for the day we could talk and the hours would flow.

Now that you are gone. We all pay our respects.

Now this poem is done, Please do get some rest.

   ~ March 2010 ~

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