For Marshall:
Life has joys and sorrows, and good things always end.
But, there's nothing more defining than the passing of a friend.
Throughout our lives there's family and relatives that care.
But a friend is in your life, cause you chose him to be there.
Perhaps I saw in him, a passion that we shared.
Or maybe when I saw hard times, he's the one who cared.
I think it was the laughter and talking hours on end.
He tried to get to know me, and he became a friend.
In youth we'd share a burger, talked cars and women too.
But we matured and life grew rich in ways we never knew.
With Bev, and then with Debbie, two turned into four.
Family thus enhanced our friendship even more.
I know the way he felt about his daughter and his wife.
And I know he was so thrilled with grandchildren in his life.
I'm sure this helped him to forget some dad times that he knew.
I hope so cause what hurt my friend, really hurt me too.
To picture life without him is very hard to see.
For forty years the joys of friendship lived inside of me.
The emptiness that's left behind, I don't know how to fill.
My memories might console me, but I really doubt they will.
Instead, we simply face the truth we all know in the end.
There's nothing more defining than the passing of a friend.
Love, Chris & Debbie
