Bubby May

Why was it you, that had to leave?

You're at peace now, though we still grieve.

Why was it you, that had to go?

You're in paradise, where we can't follow.

It'll take some time, for us to heal.

You left a hole in our hearts that's too big to fill.

You were so young, so full of life.

You had your future ahead, it was so bright.

So here, we mourn. We curse and cry,

And though it's hard, we say goodbye.

We try to remember, smiles and fun,

Those times we spent in the summer sun.

Holidays as a family, days we shared,

Easter and Thanksgiving, you were always there.

We mourn your future that will never be,

A future that none of us, nor you, will ever see.

Why was it you, one so young?

That left this Earth, so early on?

We will never forget, the times we shared,

The times we cherish that you were there.

We can still see you, as you'll always be,

A son, cousin, brother, nephew, grandson; Family.

We remember your laughter and your smiles,

And how you'd shed a tear every once in awhile.

You were so young and you were so smart,

But you left us before your life could truly start.

We can still see you in our mind's eye,

And even though we see your smile, we still cry.

Your with our Heavenly Father, in pain no more,

But moving on without you seems like a chore.

Why was it you, that had to leave?

You're at peace now, though we still grieve.

Why was it you, that had to go?

You're in Paradise now, where we can't follow.

We love you, Bubby May, and always will,

But you left a hole in our hearts, too big to fill.
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My cousin amd I were only a year apart in age. We were more like siblings growing up. When I got the mews, I broke down. Poetry has always helped me to put my thoughts and feelings in order and it has always helped me to let it all out. My cousin, Mason, was only 24 years old. I always called him Bubby May amd he always called me Nonnor Bug. No one else will ever be able to utter that nickname without me breaking down in a fit. So, to my cousin Bubby May, I love you. And I hope that you're truly at peace. We may not have always seen eye to eye, and there were plenty of fist fights, but we always looked out for one another. Rest in peace, Bubby May.