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Permalink Reply by Staind413 on January 8, 2009 at 5:26pm You are so awesome for offering this. Some people don't get the opportunity and you are truely unique to offer your time and effort for your staind family. People like you are the reason I love this site.
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Permalink Reply by Justus on January 9, 2009 at 11:32am Please share this with Aaron and let him know he helped me through my grief after losing my only son Jason. It's Been Awhile touched me so much and I cried and wished my son had made it through all the bad times. Instead I have buried my son and his two best friends all together with the fourth being buried where his parents live. Five boys who lived in my house, ate my food, slept on my couch and floor, drove me crazy with worry, bailing theme out of jail, taking them to emergency rooms.... please give Aaron this poem and tell him he helped me make it through the horrible roller coaster of grief a parent goes through when they lose a child. When it is to substance abuse NO ONE CARES. I came close to joining my son on many occasion. Aaron helped me make it through.
"If I Should Die At Twenty-Three"
If I should die at twenty-three
Tell me what becomes of me
Will I be forgiven all of my sin
Or made to try living over again
If I should die at twenty-three
Demons finally setting me free
And knowing you did your best
Please understand I need to rest
If I should die at twenty-three
Know that death has set me free
Please forgive me for your grief
I know my stay here was so brief
If I should die at twenty-three
Can you go on after burying me
And remember good times past
Wonderful memories meant to last
If I should die at twenty-three
Will the world remember me
Will it be kind and judge me not
For lessons learned and then forgot
If I should die at twenty-three
I’ll never forget your love for me
No matter time, distance, or space
Always I’ll see your loving face
Son, you died at twenty-three
Now tell me what becomes of me
Must I go on after burying you
Tell me Son what shall I do
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