Better Place
I cried when I knew you were suffering.
I knew it was your time to go because you told mom,
so we took you to be with God and suffer no more...
The sun came out when you passed away,
and rained because you had to watch us drive away.... crying.
I knew you were in a better place,
A better place with God, and Wrinkles and everyone else that has passed.
Im going to miss you so much, but I know you will watch over me and helpme through this.
Help me realize that you haven't died rather you just moved on to a new place, a better place.
I love you Sir Derby Brookman,
forever and always I will love you...
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