Gone healing’s hope and triumph’s take.
Gone past struggles, deceptive pain.
Gone future goals and dreams unattained.
Gone parents' dreams for their son.
Gone conclusion, ambitions undone.
Gone big brother to protect and defend.
Gone uncle, cousin, grandson, nephew, friend.
Gone potential white walk down the aisle,
New daughter to love, unborn grandchild.
Gone wholeness of a heart now forever blue.
Gone every certainty understood to be true.
Gone laughter, humor, devilish smile.
Gone ours too, for a long while.
Gone suffering, gone affliction, gone anguish, gone fight.
Gone promise, gone aspiration, gone existence, gone light.
Gone days without tears.
Gone
Gone
Gone…
Because you are gone…
And we are still here.
Brandon’s Mom
Connie Sorman
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In memory: Brandon Roat, 2.2.1992 ~ 2.13.2017
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