Charlie was in the process of writing this poem for a person he truly cared for who
had died a week before he did. He never got a chance to finish it. So after
the news of Charlie's death a friend of his finished it. Don't grieve for me, for I am free. I took the path God chose for me. If my parting is a void fill it with a memorable joy. Perhaps my time was brief but don't measure it now. God has sent for me and set me free. In this time for me death will take its toll. Always remember me with love and joy. A harsh grave, an early end, a brief but beautiful life my friend. I miss you- why did you have to go? But you are happy somewhere I know. When they told me my best friend had died, I felt so cold, I cried and cried. Some people just go on and they don't notice. I want to yell "Stop and cry with me, he's gone!" I am going to cry again and again, for one last time my friend I will cry good-bye to my friend. I will miss you forever. It's something no one can replace. It's also something of true grace. When things sometimes don't go your way your friends will be there, come what may, they will always find in their hearts, to forgive and do their part. To trust and always have hope and faith. So treasure friendship from the start, and hope it will never depart, for it will always bring a smile to your face. This special love is what makes life worthwhile. |