If I die young

It is the 28th of September today, and exactly three years have passed since John left our world for a better place. I still think of him sometimes, when I have too much time on my hands. I think of when we met the first time, I think of all the things we did through the years, and I think about the last time I saw him. The last time when we walked our separate paths home from the crossroad, after having a great evening downtown. How we both turned around a last time, waving to each other, smiling.

The only thing left after that a person's gone, are the precious memories that friends and family keep in their hearts. The day when memories fade, will mark the ultimate end to a person's life. From that day on, only the tombstone at the cemetery can certify that someone has ever existed. But friend, I haven't forgotten, nor will I ever fully heal. The scar runs deep, because of what happened to you, but also due to the aftermath.

I hope you look down on us sometimes. Shine down on your mother, John. She misses you dearly.

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother
She’ll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain’t always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain’t even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had, just enough time