I was waiting,
by the phone,
today,
waiting by to hear your voice.
�
the phone did ring,
now i have no choice,
because she said,
"He did last night, just like you said, by 3:03 am,
he was dead."
Now I'll hold tight to,
the memories,
that you will no longer be here to make with me.
I got up today,
dressed in what I wore yesterday.
Tears pooring down my face.
I opened the blinded today,
and did not see the blue sky,
only gray.
I went to your house today,
and it felt so empty,
and it was o so painful.
I packed up,
what you left to me,
and went on my way.
asking God,"�Why today?"
We went and we burried you,
today.
And yes Grandpa Apple Jack Kunkle,
It rained today...
IN MEMEORY OF
JACK EARL KUNKLE
October 18,1937 - May 10, 2007
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