Remembering Always

As I look into the mirror,
And see the days gone by;
I realize this is only existing,
And have to wonder"WHY".
Why did you have to leave,
On that winter day so long ago;
Why did you have to say"Good-Bye"
Leaving those that loved you so.
Why was your life cut so short,
You were only fifty-three;
Why couldn't God of simply taken,
Someone as useless as me.
Why was your Stroke more overpowering,
Than the Prayers that were said;
Why wasn't Jesus listening,
When we tried to pray to him.
Why couldn't you have been given,
A second chance at life;
Why couldn't your wounds have been healed,
So you could of win your fight.
Why did the Clot have to move,
The Coma to live on;
No other words could you speak,
As slowly time pushed on.
Why was your life to be taken,
On that frosty winter morn;
Without a word,a sigh,or a wave good bye,
His Spirit travelled on.
He was my life,my everthing,
A Uncle,a dad,a friend;
A World without him in it,
Is not a life but merely an existance.
Written in honor of
The Greatest Man I have ever known.
Clayton Andrew O'Neil
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Alta O'Neil 2008