I was only nine years old
When mom told me you had died
What was death? I didn’t know what that meant
I felt numb but i still cried
The time we had wasn’t nearly enough
Who would i call when i had a life crisis or fall
Who would i hug after graduation and to talk about college tuition
As the years have gone by, i’ve forgotten a few things
Like the way sound of your voice, and the way your laugh lingered
I didn’t know how big a hole you passing would leave
And of all the pain I was about to receive
There are so many questions, that I need answers to
But now that you're gone there's no way to ask you,                                                                          But there are still photos to remember you by                                                                                 Every time i look at them i want to cry