Recently a very close friend of the family died. He was a great guy, like an uncle to me (in fact I used to call him Uncle Jack, even though his name was David). I've him and his family longer than I've known my step-dad, they've always been there. I was really close with them and their daughter and I used to be inseperable. A few years ago we found out he had cancer, but he was his usual chipper self. Never let anything hold him down. Once I turned 16 he would tell me he was going to teach me how to drive once I got my permit. At the end of December, '01 he got sick again, and was in the hospital. I didn't think much of it, I guess I wasn't expecting anything to happen. I mean, he was always there. So New Years Eve, I went and to take my permit test, passed, and was all happy that I passed. My parents told me that they were going to visit Uncle Jack in the hospital, but I didn't want to go. Instead I wanted to stay and take a shower before I went to work. The next day, they told me Uncle Jack died. I was in such shock, it didn't really hit me at first. Late that night I started to cry, a lot. I thought about how I had the chance to visit him, had the chance to see him one last time. I didn't even get to tell him about getting my permit or anything. Then I went to the funeral and heard about all these things he did, military service, Boy Scouts, everything. I saw his children - the people I grew up with - and how upset they were. It was horrible.
This song fits everything perfectly. "Sorry I never told you/ All I wanted to say/ And now it's too late to hold you/ 'Cause you've flown away/ So far away/ Never had I imagined/ Living without your smile/ Feeling and knowing you hear me/ It keeps me alive/ Alive/ And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven/ Like so many friends we've lost along the way/ And I know eventually we'll be together/ One sweet day"
Definitely wish I could say something to him, any one last thing, even if it is about the stupid permit and driving.
Sigh Never take anyone for granted...
Recently a very close friend of the family died. He was a great guy, like an uncle to me (in fact I used to call him Uncle Jack, even though his name was David). I've him and his family longer than I've known my step-dad, they've always been there. I was really close with them and their daughter and I used to be inseperable. A few years ago we found out he had cancer, but he was his usual chipper self. Never let anything hold him down. Once I turned 16 he would tell me he was going to teach me how to drive once I got my permit. At the end of December, '01 he got sick again, and was in the hospital. I didn't think much of it, I guess I wasn't expecting anything to happen. I mean, he was always there. So New Years Eve, I went and to take my permit test, passed, and was all happy that I passed. My parents told me that they were going to visit Uncle Jack in the hospital, but I didn't want to go. Instead I wanted to stay and take a shower before I went to work. The next day, they told me Uncle Jack died. I was in such shock, it didn't really hit me at first. Late that night I started to cry, a lot. I thought about how I had the chance to visit him, had the chance to see him one last time. I didn't even get to tell him about getting my permit or anything. Then I went to the funeral and heard about all these things he did, military service, Boy Scouts, everything. I saw his children - the people I grew up with - and how upset they were. It was horrible. This song fits everything perfectly. "Sorry I never told you/ All I wanted to say/ And now it's too late to hold you/ 'Cause you've flown away/ So far away/ Never had I imagined/ Living without your smile/ Feeling and knowing you hear me/ It keeps me alive/ Alive/ And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven/ Like so many friends we've lost along the way/ And I know eventually we'll be together/ One sweet day" Definitely wish I could say something to him, any one last thing, even if it is about the stupid permit and driving. Sigh Never take anyone for granted...