One Year.

It's been a year since Johnny passed away and it still hurts. I hadn't been out to the cemetary since then, because they creep me out and I *hate* to think that I'm stepping on people's graves because it is never well defined who is laying which way....it makes me shudder.

This poem was inscribed on his stone, and I always cry when I read it:

God saw that he was getting tired
And a cure was not meant to be
So he put his arms around him
And whispered "come with me"
With tearful eyes we watched him suffer
And watched him fade away
Although we loved him dearly
We could not make him stay
A golden heart stopped beating
And a warm loving heart to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
That he only takes the best