Writing to our lost loved ones
Is such a great way to express yourself.
You can put it in a bottle and send it into the sea
Or just put it on your shelf.
My letters will go with me on my next vacation
To float all around the beautiful ocean.
My priceless memories with my brother will come to mind
As I lie on the beach with a vision.
At first I thought, “How can it be?
There is no way I can live without him.”
As I search for answers I see a light
That seems to be very dim.
While the years keep passing, goals start to set in
And the weight gets a lot lighter.
I’ve been told that I’m now his legacy through my stories
And that light can be brighter.
I’ll never ever stop talking or writing
About “John Little” until the day I die.
He is now in the kingdom of heaven with God
And other angels, seeing them eye-to-eye.
One of his dreams was a candy-apple red Mustang
With a black or white interior to own.
I am going to accomplish his dream someday
And think of him as I take a long road trip alone.
As the tears fall from my face it’s like paying a tribute to him
That can never be taken away.
I feel like I drifted away from my family when this happened,
But now I really need them today.
Now that I’ve faced the facts I believe
I can handle just about anything.
As I try my best living my life
Some things will still hurt, it might even sting.
The pain of losing him will never ever go away
But that’s okay,
It just shows our closeness
And how special he was in a loving way.
I tell myself that nobody is ever gone
As long as there’s someone to remember them by.
“John Little” touched so many people’s hearts
That it makes me smile as I look at the sky.
He was and still is my hero in life,
He is the one person I looked up to the most.
Now I stand here alone, wishing him the best
And happiness with a special toast.
It seems like every day of my life hurts without him;
When the time comes I’m ready to leave this place.
I miss you beyond words brother and I have so much to tell you
When we meet again, “face to face.”
I love you John.
In Loving Memory to John Lee Little
Written and thought up by Jeffrey Michael Little
