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Created on: April 12, 2009
*Always In My Heart*
In Loving Memory of Bruce Allan Collin
The thought of you crosses my mind everyday.
The hurt I feel just won't go away.
I want the hurting to stop, it's too much pain.
I want to hear your laugh, I ask and I pray.
But sadly I know your laughter will fade.
As I hold your pictures in my hands I yell and I scream.
"I just want my Dad to please come back to me!"
"I love you as big as the whole wide world, everything's okay"
That's all I want in the world, just to hear you say.
I wish there was a way I could see you one last time,
tell you how much I missed you and how time has flied.
But it's too late for sorrow and to regret on passed times.
I'm sure me loving you was more than just fine.
I hope you're watching over the family and me,
Especially your first grandson to be.
I wanted you to meet him for the very first time,
But unfortunately you'll have to see him from the other side.
I know he would love you and be proud of you dad.
I'll make sure he knows about you, and all the fun that we had.
We had our rough spots through the years as I grew,
but no matter what happened I always loved you.
You where there for me when I needed to talk.
And I thank you for that it means a lot.
I miss the phone calls, the letter and visits.
But at least I have lots of memories to cherish.
My love for you will never change dad.
It will stay the same and therefore I'm glad.
I'm glad because when I look up above,
I have an angel looking over me and I know I am loved.
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