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The Day the Heavens Cried


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This is for my friend who died a couple months ago. Growing up, we were best friends. If I wasn't at his house, he was at mine. Though time and life had sent us in different directions, I considered him my brother. I can only hope he's watching me from some where and making fun of me for being such a sentimental wuss. I thought maybe "The Old Bridge" would do, for a goodbye, but it seemed inadequate. Pieces of James Taylor keep going through my head, the line "My body's aching and my time is at hand" seems to echo through my thoughts. But, I could never hope to write some thing as significant. This will have to do. Please excuse the next statement, but it was the way we talked to each other. This is for you, F@@ker.

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The Day the Heavens Cried

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Growing up

You were more my brother

Then my best friend.

We shared secrets.

Hopes.

Dreams.

We swore we'd stick together

'Till the very end.

 

Then we set out

Upon life's path.

You on yours,

I on mine.

And though they wound their sperate ways.

Still they crossed from time to time.

 

And as we traveled,

We had our ups and downs.

Together and apart.

Yet, through it all,

You were always there.

If not by my side,

At least,

Within my heart.

 

Then came the day

I got a call.

Telling me you were gone.

How did we drift so far apart,

That I did not know,

You had a pain so strong -

You couldn't carry on?

 

"He should have called."

I said.

"Maybe there was something I could have done."

Then I thought,

Why didn't I call?

Why didn't I keep in touch?

When it came to reaching out,

Is my life so hectic,

That I couldn't be the one?

 

We'd stick together,

'Till the end.

Both of us once swore.

But it seems,

As we grew old,

I let you down.

Oaths became words.

And nothing more.

 

Though I tried,

I wasn't even there,

When they sent you on your way.

And while they said it rained,

It wasn't rain that fell.

It was tears.

For, like me,

The heavens cried that day.

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First of all, I love this title. Maybe I am sentimental and a wuss, but I am touched by your words. I cried. My brother also died, when he was 15.

 

Isn't it always the case?...we blame ourselves, even a little...it's like a reaction...what could I have done more? Most death is preventable....right?

 

Well I felt your pain. Inspiration comes in the hardest times. You've done a beautiful tribute.

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Thanks. I really do appreciate it. Just want to say, the fact I made Tattered cry, well, my friend would be proud of me. And that makes me all warm and tingly inside. Now, I think I'll get a stick and poke Peredhil with it to see if I can get a few tears there. Nothing better then making people cry to make ones self feel better.

 

 

Thanks.

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