Sometimes I think as I lay upon my bed
That my heart will burst with grief so profound
Thoughts of my loving son racing through my head
He died while life in him did still abound
I ask the question-why?
Why this terrible thing happened to one so dear and sweet
There are no answers - only the sky
So deep and eternal in its vast expanse
I feel that the answer must be there
If only I could somehow reach the eternal God
Someone once said that heroes
Are ordinary people who do extraordinary things
But I say there are also heroes
Who are extraordinary people doing ordinary things
They can be found in every walk of life
But most often they are found going out on a limb
Doing everything with a passion
That comes from deep within their souls
Taking on projects that would dismay the ordinary man
Their lives are like a comet in the sky
Not always flashy with a big show
But they leave their mark
And like a comet
They sometimes fall to earth
We know not why
But we are sure of one thing
We have witnessed something special

To my Steve,
love Dad