Forever on that day I will always wonder why

You were one of 58 that we said goodbye

My three year old tells me not to cry

As I sit here and a little piece of me dies

I tried and I tired and tried and tried

We made it to the hospital and you were still alive

If I was to say I am all better would be a lie

But every day I wake up and try and try

Sometimes I drink whiskey and rye

Or your Kettle on rocks with a twist of lime

18 months has somehow gone by

We are still here fighting for more of this life.

Sometimes I get low but try to stay high

Living right now but we’ll meet again after my life.

Forever on that day I will always wonder why

You were one of 58 that we said goodbye

Q, please soon. 18 months of hell. I understand others have had it worse or just as bad but please make this quick. We need truth. We need transparency. We need our Republic back.

WRWY

LV Widower/Survivor