Underneath The Oak Tree.

I went outside to sit beneath the old oak tree.

When I sat there I thought of you and how it used to be.

How it used to be before you left us to go to a world without pain.

I still remember how you would call every year when it was our birthday.

Now every year I have to go through the pain of knowing that call is never coming again.

I miss you but I'm glad you let go because I know you couldn't hold on anymore.

It's been seven years since I last saw you but only a year since you left.

The hardest part is I didn't get to say goodbye.

I used to think how selfish could God be. Now I think it was me being selfish.

I went outside to day and thought heaven has a great hero.