fbpx
  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of Remembering those we lost/GriefRemembering those we lost/Grief group 1 weeks, 6 days ago

    Billy,

    I need you, I’m scared
    The man who I thought was my father
    Was only my Dad.
    I knew too-right from wrong
    But God is my Father,
    And He is strong!
    He’s not like my Dad though,
    Yet, some similarities you know?
    How is your Mom?
    Is she still alive?
    I wish to your place again
    I could run and hide.
    As kids and friends
    Billy I was already perverted
    Some scary stranger…
    Wrecked my life.
    And then he laughed about it
    40 years later
    How’s that a joke?
    I don’t know.
    But I’m better now,
    I’m a child of the King!
    And in 4 trillion more years…
    I’ll still be!
    Like prejudiced people used to say in school,
    Calling some a wanna’ be
    Except my wants changed.
    I want to be a man of God,
    I want to be good
    I sure wish I could.
    But I’m gonna try to learn how!
    I miss you so bad
    You were the first best friend I had.
    My best friend now-since “1996”
    Is the coolest!
    His name is Mike
    He’s from Cleveland
    I’ve even prayed and cried over him.
    I want him to go to heaven!
    You better be there when I get home,
    I want you to meet him.
    I wish I had not
    Brought you smoke.
    I want to be buried under it.
    You were like an exception
    Dad would let me out.
    He must had liked you too.
    Sometimes I think
    I haven’t changed much inside…
    But I have! Hey,
    I know you remember Scoot,
    He told me what happened, at the bar
    When he cried. Billy, I wish you never died!

    Subscribe  or  log in to reply

Share This: