When I was 12 years old...I had 2 loves....Paul McCartney and Kevin Clark. They even resembled each other. Just a crush on Kevin.....best friend's big brother....cute as could be and so nice and cooool...and oh, that smile! I used to wish I was older so just maybe he would look at me as more that Linda's skinny friend. In fact, all of the Clark boys were handsome... but there was just something special about Kevin...I'm convinced that my intense love and knowledge of music came from the days of the basement...listening to sounds that elevated me from the Monkees...opening my eyes and ears to so much more. I'll never forget Kevin and all of the great memories of those days in Oceanport... I'm still in touch with Linda and my heart broke for all of you when I learned the tragic news. He always seemed so immortal to me and I would have never expected to hear such sad news. He was certainly my first true love but he never knew it... I was too young and a geek. I remember how close everyone was and what he meant to the rest of you... One more thing that I recall is Kevin's love for his mom. He adored her and I remember what a good son he was. All of your wonderful memories will keep him alive in your hearts forever!
--
Yvonne
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Angel
He's not dead
he's alive
Free Falling
Sky Diving
Bungee Jumping
Hang Gliding
Living Fully
perhaps for
the first time;
running
dancing
joy riding,
the real thing
Nobody telling
him how to live
what to do
just doing it
being it
soaking it up
not worried
about past or
future
living now,
owning this
moment,
following
his gut.
does he still
have one?
I think not
Body replaced
by
Wings
he's alive
Free Falling
Sky Diving
Bungee Jumping
Hang Gliding
Living Fully
perhaps for
the first time;
running
dancing
joy riding,
the real thing
Nobody telling
him how to live
what to do
just doing it
being it
soaking it up
not worried
about past or
future
living now,
owning this
moment,
following
his gut.
does he still
have one?
I think not
Body replaced
by
Wings
Friday, September 11, 2009
my bro
was the best brother
for as long as i could want
responded well to all
the calls
cared
and knew me
like no other
i feel bereft
as a boat drifting
free of moorings
wanting only to see him
hug him
and tell him once again
that I love him
for as long as i could want
responded well to all
the calls
cared
and knew me
like no other
i feel bereft
as a boat drifting
free of moorings
wanting only to see him
hug him
and tell him once again
that I love him
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Goofing
Here's Kevin in the Florida Keys
Our old vacation
spot - Goofing
with the muscle
action...many
moons ago,
when Kev was
a long-haired,
hippie dude ♥
Share
Hey, anyone (friends or family) - I would love to have you share on this blog too. You don't have to, but it would be great to have some others post on this site. Don't be shy. You don't have to be a poet. You can just share a feeling or a memory, a picture. It's great to share with other people you can't really be with who also love Kevin. Being silent is okay too...just wondered if I could stir up a couple of additional authors...what about it...hmmmmm? XO
Just For The Record
Just for the record, I am receiving emotional floggings from being a part of this blog. I haven't written anything recently because I've been busy, but also, and probably more likely because often when I read and re-read the various posts and then write my own, I inevitably end up in the kitchen... A) accidentally hurting myself. Burning seems to be the most popular method currently... B) Having an emotional meltdown right on the kitchen floor, after said kitchen-pain is inflicted. Now, I really don't believe in accidents...I believe things happen for a reason. So, I deduce that the kitchen-pain happens so that I will be able to quickly and easily release the pent up sorrow & grief...and it's woooorrrking, people; it is definitely working.
It usually goes like this. I read and write on the blog. I go the make dinner in the kitchen. I turn on burners...hot...and put pans on said burners. A little later, I pick up a hot pan lid with bare fingers...excellent...and burn myself. Next, anger flares...I throw said pan lid in the sink or on the floor, whichever is closer. Then, the anger is gone, replaced by the real emotion I'm feeling...sorrow. Then I cry from the depths of my soul. So, you could say, getting burned can be a good thing. I'm just sayin'....
It usually goes like this. I read and write on the blog. I go the make dinner in the kitchen. I turn on burners...hot...and put pans on said burners. A little later, I pick up a hot pan lid with bare fingers...excellent...and burn myself. Next, anger flares...I throw said pan lid in the sink or on the floor, whichever is closer. Then, the anger is gone, replaced by the real emotion I'm feeling...sorrow. Then I cry from the depths of my soul. So, you could say, getting burned can be a good thing. I'm just sayin'....
Thursday, August 27, 2009
THE BIRD (2008)
You're the bird
most rare of
all the sightings
Tiny wings
along with Spring
I found you
and Winter brings
no sign of you
I search within
wandering through
Talk to you
feelings not withstanding
As I steal my way
through foggy gray
landmines seem to guide me
Landscapes of the Earth
Landscape universe.
G. Kevin Clark
2008
most rare of
all the sightings
Tiny wings
along with Spring
I found you
and Winter brings
no sign of you
I search within
wandering through
Talk to you
feelings not withstanding
As I steal my way
through foggy gray
landmines seem to guide me
Landscapes of the Earth
Landscape universe.
G. Kevin Clark
2008
Monday, August 24, 2009
Christmas Memory
I remember one Christmas, Kevin received a guitar for Christmas. I was commissioned to wrap it and what a job that proved to be. I didn't wrap it following the lines of the guitar case. That would have been too easy to guess. So, I used all the wrapping tricks I knew to disguise the guitar, using boxes and very large pieces of yule-patterned paper & ribbons. What a great surprise.
Years later, I remember receving a guitar myself as a gift; one of my very favorite ever. It was perfect. I can't remember if Russ tried to disguise it, but it had the desired effect either way...tears filled my eyes - it was unexpected and treasured.
I'm sure that boy is somewhere playing tunes on his guitar. I listen for them. :)
Years later, I remember receving a guitar myself as a gift; one of my very favorite ever. It was perfect. I can't remember if Russ tried to disguise it, but it had the desired effect either way...tears filled my eyes - it was unexpected and treasured.
I'm sure that boy is somewhere playing tunes on his guitar. I listen for them. :)
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Slow Suicide
When I heard they
found you in the street
unconscious
I knew you wanted out...
slow suicide
I knew you had finally
given up
On yourself,
the world,
your life.
You lost everything
that society says
defines you
wife,
job,
income.
But when
you lost your license,
ability to 'fly'
and they
wanted to put
you in a cell
incarcerated,
it was over.
no freedom,
no life,
no living.
You were gone.
People think the
alcohol did it,
but it was just
the instrument
of your
destruction,
your weapon
of choice.
People don't
get
that it's our
insides
that destroy us or...
save us.
Our interior,
our mind,
our emotions.
It's so hard
to slay a dragon
that lies within,
hiding
insidious
cunning
You must have
eyes that
look inward
instead of outward,
toward instead of
away
from
in order to see.
Most of us
are blind about
ourselves...
lost,
helpless.
We're dying
every day
by believing
the lies
we've been told
about ourselves
instead of the truth
of who we are.
We become
disconnected.
We each have our
own story.
Your story ended,
I think, with
a case of
terminal
hopelessness.
(I am so sorry you
didn't understand how
beautiful you were/are)
(You are probably
full of hope now, a light
radiating; warm & soft;
sweet & golden; loved
and loving. You are
certainly loved from
here ♥ )
found you in the street
unconscious
I knew you wanted out...
slow suicide
I knew you had finally
given up
On yourself,
the world,
your life.
You lost everything
that society says
defines you
wife,
job,
income.
But when
you lost your license,
ability to 'fly'
and they
wanted to put
you in a cell
incarcerated,
it was over.
no freedom,
no life,
no living.
You were gone.
People think the
alcohol did it,
but it was just
the instrument
of your
destruction,
your weapon
of choice.
People don't
get
that it's our
insides
that destroy us or...
save us.
Our interior,
our mind,
our emotions.
It's so hard
to slay a dragon
that lies within,
hiding
insidious
cunning
You must have
eyes that
look inward
instead of outward,
toward instead of
away
from
in order to see.
Most of us
are blind about
ourselves...
lost,
helpless.
We're dying
every day
by believing
the lies
we've been told
about ourselves
instead of the truth
of who we are.
We become
disconnected.
We each have our
own story.
Your story ended,
I think, with
a case of
terminal
hopelessness.
(I am so sorry you
didn't understand how
beautiful you were/are)
(You are probably
full of hope now, a light
radiating; warm & soft;
sweet & golden; loved
and loving. You are
certainly loved from
here ♥ )
Monday, August 17, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Kevin and the getaway
Once upon a time there was a getawayfaraway in the tropics, where the water was warm, the sun shone all the time,
the shade of the coconut palms blocked out your worries and you were left alone
to do as you pleased...swim, scuba dive, fly in a seaplane, frolic with the dolphins,
get a tan, or simply stick your toes in the sand and wiggle them to ensure you
still experienced simple joy.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Surreality
It's surreal,
like you're still here
warm & alive,
right around the corner
or in the next state,
heart beating
charismatic smile
mischievous eyes
in St. Louis
or the Keys
playing hide
and seek.
You're hiding, but
I don't really
want to seek you
because I know
you can't be found,
not on this planet,
maybe in the ethers,
in Spirit.
Even though
I am sure there
is life after death,
that you are
partying with
the other family
angels,
I cry selfish tears
because I miss you,
your human-ness,
the flesh of you,
though I know
you are right
where you are
meant to be.
Even though I didn't
see you often,
I loved you always,
A grand canyon
heart of love.
You can't be gone
because I spoke
to you not that
long ago.
We laughed,
reminisced,
shared,
you were lucid
that time.
If I call your
cell, surely you'll
answer
with some wise
guy remark
some soft
laughter.
But, no you
won't pick up,
not because it's busy
because there's nobody
home
anymore.
♥ I love you ♥
like you're still here
warm & alive,
right around the corner
or in the next state,
heart beating
charismatic smile
mischievous eyes
in St. Louis
or the Keys
playing hide
and seek.
You're hiding, but
I don't really
want to seek you
because I know
you can't be found,
not on this planet,
maybe in the ethers,
in Spirit.
Even though
I am sure there
is life after death,
that you are
partying with
the other family
angels,
I cry selfish tears
because I miss you,
your human-ness,
the flesh of you,
though I know
you are right
where you are
meant to be.
Even though I didn't
see you often,
I loved you always,
A grand canyon
heart of love.
You can't be gone
because I spoke
to you not that
long ago.
We laughed,
reminisced,
shared,
you were lucid
that time.
If I call your
cell, surely you'll
answer
with some wise
guy remark
some soft
laughter.
But, no you
won't pick up,
not because it's busy
because there's nobody
home
anymore.
♥ I love you ♥
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
My first memory of Kevin was one Christmas Eve in New Jersey. It was cold and snowy and we stayed in most of the day. It was starting to get dark and Kevin hadn't done his Christmas shopping yet.
Right before the drugstore across the street closed, he went in and bought amazing gifts for everyone, even me, who he just met. I remember being so surprised that he did all of his shopping in 15 minutes and got great stuff that everyone loved.
Right before the drugstore across the street closed, he went in and bought amazing gifts for everyone, even me, who he just met. I remember being so surprised that he did all of his shopping in 15 minutes and got great stuff that everyone loved.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Grease Monkeys
Kev & John,
hangin' in the hood,
okay, under the hood.
Greasemonkeys, figuring
out the problem,
engine geeks,
a little work, a little
play,
a little laughter, a
little cursing,
carz...yeah.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The Photo Ham ; )
These were taken on a canoe trip the family took. Was this Iowa??? Kev on the right - famous pose!
On the left, yuckin' it up while he was row...row...rowing his boat gently
down the stream. ♥
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Final Companion
She was his last
constant companion
day in
day out
watching, touching,
seeing,
loving
She stayed until he
left,
seceded
from the planet
as agonizing as
that was,
making sure he
had what he needed,
words, company,
comfort,
someone to hold
his hand,
the last bits of
his life,
precious time,
painful time.
thank you, Kerry
he does too.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Who, Me?
I remember
that "Who, Me?" look;
that so guilty
but professing
innoncence look.
He had it
down.
He'd throw his
hands up & out to
the side
with this
how-can-you-
even-think-I-did-
that face;
eyebrows raised,
question marks
for eyes
Yeah, he was
kind of a drama
king when it
came to things
like this.''
♥ I miss it ♥
that "Who, Me?" look;
that so guilty
but professing
innoncence look.
He had it
down.
He'd throw his
hands up & out to
the side
with this
how-can-you-
even-think-I-did-
that face;
eyebrows raised,
question marks
for eyes
Yeah, he was
kind of a drama
king when it
came to things
like this.''
♥ I miss it ♥
Friday, July 31, 2009
couldn't be closer
there was a time
when we couldn't be closer
like salt and pepper
we were shakers
we moved
together
thought
as one
it was what
saved me
when I
was
young.
when we couldn't be closer
like salt and pepper
we were shakers
we moved
together
thought
as one
it was what
saved me
when I
was
young.
Kevin was cool
Kevin
my brother
was my idea of "cool"
he handled the shit that happened
there was the time
must've been his 17th
talked him into stopping by
the Waterman house to grab
something
I suggested he come with me
he did
as we walked into my room
there was an explosion
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU"
all our friends
couldn't have been happier
to celebrate Kevin
Kevin, RANAWAY into Dad's
room
freaked
by the attention
it was that day
i decided against
surprise birthdays
turned out
to be a great time
for us all.
my brother
was my idea of "cool"
he handled the shit that happened
there was the time
must've been his 17th
talked him into stopping by
the Waterman house to grab
something
I suggested he come with me
he did
as we walked into my room
there was an explosion
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU"
all our friends
couldn't have been happier
to celebrate Kevin
Kevin, RANAWAY into Dad's
room
freaked
by the attention
it was that day
i decided against
surprise birthdays
turned out
to be a great time
for us all.
live love work play
you live
you love
you work
you play
on some day
you wonder
someday
you ponder
the meaning of it all
how to stay
with what really matters
how to accept
death
of the once so alive
what to do
with it all?
you love
you work
you play
on some day
you wonder
someday
you ponder
the meaning of it all
how to stay
with what really matters
how to accept
death
of the once so alive
what to do
with it all?
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Innocence
Siblings, family,
posing for the portrait
looking so cute
what was interesting
enough to hold our
little gazes?
Some photographer
tricks
flashing a light
bouncing a toy
Kev, what happened to
your innocence?
Sorry it was stolen
It's hard to live without
isn't it?
It's the place holder
for wonder and hope
unfettered glee
maybe now you dance
and sing without a thought
of who is watching.
♥ I love you!!! ♥
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Grief
One minute I think of you
I'm fine
Next minute I think of you
I'm broken
Time heals all wounds
but the going is tough
emotional wounds
open, oozing grief
something neosporin
won't cure
your spirit is free
my spirit is bound
One minute I'm angry
Next minute I'm sobs
I've been here and
done this
passing of a loved one
it doesn't make it easier
it is familiar
it is not fun
but...it is
what it is
so be it.
I'm fine
Next minute I think of you
I'm broken
Time heals all wounds
but the going is tough
emotional wounds
open, oozing grief
something neosporin
won't cure
your spirit is free
my spirit is bound
One minute I'm angry
Next minute I'm sobs
I've been here and
done this
passing of a loved one
it doesn't make it easier
it is familiar
it is not fun
but...it is
what it is
so be it.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
The Sweetest Remembrance
No matter what the distance
No matter how long
No matter how we changed
It was...No matter
The sweetest remembrance
Is our love for each other
heart touching heart
a bond unbroken...
No matter what
No matter what
Boyfriends
Nice having an older brother
bringing his friends around
boyfriend material
great for younger sis
First guy I liked
from his group
well, not so great
Then his band
the Caribees
wearing black
Nehru jackets
Introduced me to
my first real
boyfriend, not just
hanging out,
but real dates
where we, then, had
to be escorted by
parents to movies
Then, in the Carleton
making out in the
balcony,
*sigh*
those were the days
my friend
bringing his friends around
boyfriend material
great for younger sis
First guy I liked
from his group
well, not so great
Then his band
the Caribees
wearing black
Nehru jackets
Introduced me to
my first real
boyfriend, not just
hanging out,
but real dates
where we, then, had
to be escorted by
parents to movies
Then, in the Carleton
making out in the
balcony,
*sigh*
those were the days
my friend
When I REALLY needed someone
there was a time
at a particularly low point in my life
where I REALLY needed someone
I had gone off to my annual conference
at Asilomar in Monterey
the conference had gone well
I couldn't wait to get home to see my boys
and Lynda
when I did arrive
after a couple hour drive
the place was empty
only a note
"I need space"
she had taken Stevie and Johnnie
with her, no notice
no discussion
well
it was bad
Dad was there for me
and Kevin was too
After couple months had transpired
Lynda had (again without notice)
filed for sole custody in N.Y.
**freak out**
no way I could live my days
without Stevie and Johnnie
so I asked my friend Tony
if he could help
he refused
I couldn't think of anyone
else that I could ask
except the one who had been there
for me
more than anyone in my life
I asked Kevin
he really didn't want to
get involved
like Tony
but unlike Tony he did
he left his life
came with me
to N.Y.
I had to let Lynda know
I was suing for custody in CA
but I couldn't tell her myself
(legally)
Kevin stood tall
he was everything a brother
and a best friend could ever be
he was a lover
he was a fighter
he was a midnight rider.
so sorry I couldn't be there
for his last great ride.
lovingly,
yo bro
at a particularly low point in my life
where I REALLY needed someone
I had gone off to my annual conference
at Asilomar in Monterey
the conference had gone well
I couldn't wait to get home to see my boys
and Lynda
when I did arrive
after a couple hour drive
the place was empty
only a note
"I need space"
she had taken Stevie and Johnnie
with her, no notice
no discussion
well
it was bad
Dad was there for me
and Kevin was too
After couple months had transpired
Lynda had (again without notice)
filed for sole custody in N.Y.
**freak out**
no way I could live my days
without Stevie and Johnnie
so I asked my friend Tony
if he could help
he refused
I couldn't think of anyone
else that I could ask
except the one who had been there
for me
more than anyone in my life
I asked Kevin
he really didn't want to
get involved
like Tony
but unlike Tony he did
he left his life
came with me
to N.Y.
I had to let Lynda know
I was suing for custody in CA
but I couldn't tell her myself
(legally)
Kevin stood tall
he was everything a brother
and a best friend could ever be
he was a lover
he was a fighter
he was a midnight rider.
so sorry I couldn't be there
for his last great ride.
lovingly,
yo bro
D.C.
another road trip
must've been 1977
from So Jersey with two babes
meeting at a Turnpike
restaurant in MD or DEL
switching up
must have forgot the tickets
to the Allman Bros. concert
back to my place in Bethesda
police were involved
Kevin got away
as I took the heat
tanother hen the dude through a brick
at our car window
tickets and off
too much traffic
an accident
runaway
across the median
through the crowd
music in the air
for hours
car breakin
lost car keys
and wallet
lucky to get a ride home
vomit in the car
woozy
another police person
Kev gets away
as I take the heat
I think it was 10 red lights
at 2 am
somehow we got the car back
smashed
only our
stuff
not our
spirit
must've been 1977
from So Jersey with two babes
meeting at a Turnpike
restaurant in MD or DEL
switching up
must have forgot the tickets
to the Allman Bros. concert
back to my place in Bethesda
police were involved
Kevin got away
as I took the heat
tanother hen the dude through a brick
at our car window
tickets and off
too much traffic
an accident
runaway
across the median
through the crowd
music in the air
for hours
car breakin
lost car keys
and wallet
lucky to get a ride home
vomit in the car
woozy
another police person
Kev gets away
as I take the heat
I think it was 10 red lights
at 2 am
somehow we got the car back
smashed
only our
stuff
not our
spirit
Cross Country
once, must have been 1971,
Kev drove from N.J. to S.F.
for a visit
unscheduled stop in Oklahoma
for a new engine
still made it
for the party
that happened
when we got
together
Kev drove from N.J. to S.F.
for a visit
unscheduled stop in Oklahoma
for a new engine
still made it
for the party
that happened
when we got
together
Saturday, July 25, 2009
scream for ice cream
jingletinglejingle
the Ice Cream Man!
Mom! Mom! the Ice Cream Man!
ok get Mom the Drumstick
I get a Creamsicle
and a Fugsicle for Kevin!
Strawberry Shortcake for Lin!
the Ice Cream Man!
Mom! Mom! the Ice Cream Man!
ok get Mom the Drumstick
I get a Creamsicle
and a Fugsicle for Kevin!
Strawberry Shortcake for Lin!
Friday, July 24, 2009
groceries
so Kevin and I spent hours waiting
for rides
Mom had to drive miles
to bring us to the Church
where the dance was
long after the first
kisses and goodbyes
we were playing
as we always did
messing around
waiting
I shoved a grocery cart
at Kevin
he caught it
spun it around and shoved it back at me
I ole'd it
and the cart went on by
smashing the front door
of the Safeway
taking it down
we had some bad luck as kids
the police car was driving by
they thought we should go with them
i think they were overly serious
talkig about charging us
with breaking and entering
robbery, etc.
somehow Mom caught up with us
at the station
disappointed
and nervous
about her boys
must've been 1 am by then
poor Mom
but Kevin and I
were lucky
to have her
just another anecdote
of two brothers
who loved
who played
who gambled
and
sometimes
won
for rides
Mom had to drive miles
to bring us to the Church
where the dance was
long after the first
kisses and goodbyes
we were playing
as we always did
messing around
waiting
I shoved a grocery cart
at Kevin
he caught it
spun it around and shoved it back at me
I ole'd it
and the cart went on by
smashing the front door
of the Safeway
taking it down
we had some bad luck as kids
the police car was driving by
they thought we should go with them
i think they were overly serious
talkig about charging us
with breaking and entering
robbery, etc.
somehow Mom caught up with us
at the station
disappointed
and nervous
about her boys
must've been 1 am by then
poor Mom
but Kevin and I
were lucky
to have her
just another anecdote
of two brothers
who loved
who played
who gambled
and
sometimes
won
memories
there was the night
we took the car
that we usually "borrowed"
drove to Highlands
to see the girls
ran it into a big ditch
Kevin & I panicked
eventually rocked the car
outta the ditch
got it to its home
no one ever knew
we took the car
that we usually "borrowed"
drove to Highlands
to see the girls
ran it into a big ditch
Kevin & I panicked
eventually rocked the car
outta the ditch
got it to its home
no one ever knew
Short Cut Home
radiant
smile with beams
of love
soft
around the edges
of masculinity
goofy
silliness of child
within
charm
in every cell
of being
turned
you lost yourself
alone
maybe
you were never
found
Running
the expectations
high
Peace
did not
ensue
took
the short cut
home
freedom
rings allowed
peace
smile with beams
of love
soft
around the edges
of masculinity
goofy
silliness of child
within
charm
in every cell
of being
turned
you lost yourself
alone
maybe
you were never
found
Running
the expectations
high
Peace
did not
ensue
took
the short cut
home
freedom
rings allowed
peace
I only ever knew Kevin with Jeff.
What I remember most is:
When Kevin came there was a lightness to the air in the house.
There was excitement and joy at the mere talk of his coming.
He lifted the hearts of his family.
There was lots of silliness!
The sparkle in Jeff's eyes was so much brighter when Kevin was there.
They often spoke to each other without words, just using their eyes. (something that annoyed and frustrated me at the time!!)
They were so proud of one another!
They laughed hard and often together...the deep belly laugh of old friends.
My heart is full of the memories and of pain for all his family.
I am deeply saddened and sorry for the loss of Kevin.
What I remember most is:
When Kevin came there was a lightness to the air in the house.
There was excitement and joy at the mere talk of his coming.
He lifted the hearts of his family.
There was lots of silliness!
The sparkle in Jeff's eyes was so much brighter when Kevin was there.
They often spoke to each other without words, just using their eyes. (something that annoyed and frustrated me at the time!!)
They were so proud of one another!
They laughed hard and often together...the deep belly laugh of old friends.
My heart is full of the memories and of pain for all his family.
I am deeply saddened and sorry for the loss of Kevin.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Kevin Clark born 4-13-52 died 7-22-09
my best friend ever
the one who was there for me
when no one else was
wishin he would've let me
be there that was for him
such a big heart
fun-loving
funny
loyal
he cared
and was eaten up
for it
i love my brother
always have
always will
wish it could've
worked out
differently
much
I will always feel him
with me
R.I.P.
Kev
jc
7-23-09
the one who was there for me
when no one else was
wishin he would've let me
be there that was for him
such a big heart
fun-loving
funny
loyal
he cared
and was eaten up
for it
i love my brother
always have
always will
wish it could've
worked out
differently
much
I will always feel him
with me
R.I.P.
Kev
jc
7-23-09
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)