It happened when i was only three. We would always play together and we would always go out to eat i'll never forget the day that we went camping or just pick pick people up from work. We were the best of friends and he was the best. Then one day he had a heart attack. I will never forget that day. All he was trying to do was change a tire so that we could go to the zoo. I will never forget that day as i watched him die but i also will never forget how my papa never left me and how he took care of me, and was there for me no matter what. I know hes no longer in pain but I still am i cry every now and then just when i think of him i wish he was still here with me. May he rest in peice for the rest of his eternal life. I will always keep him close to my heart till the day when i can see him again.
The Day I Lost My Friend
November 11, 2009