Memories

Dear Freddy,

I just wanted to say thank you,

since I never got the chance to.

You might have just been my neighbor,

but you were also my friend too.

When you passed I finally feared death,

I feared it more than Macduff feared Macbeth.

I thought about how short life was,

and how close I was to my final breath.

I hated the memories that we made,

because when you passed they hurt like a blade.

The thought of you being gone made the memories hurt,

they made me wish you stayed.

The last words you ever told me still ring in my ears,

sometimes when I think about it it brings me to tears.

You said "I'll be alive as long you remember me."

I still think about it after all these years.

I never knew why you said what you said,

when you hugged me in that hospital bed,

but all this time later I finally understand,

the words that echo in my head.

I now know that your not really dead,

because your alive within the memories in my head.

And as long as I tell your stories, as well as the people who loved you,

the memory of you will spread.

So thank you, for making me realize that I shouldnt hate my memories because they hurt,

but to chrish them because they are real.