Death came to soon,

when he came for you.

So young and full of life,

with four children and a wife.

What are they to do,

now that they don't have you.

Your poor father and mother,

let alone your four brothers.

None of them know how to cope,

or where they might find any hope.

The future looks so black,

we all just want to go back.

Everyone you had ever met,

never wants to foget.

All the parties and the fun,

all of which had just begun.

But this all ended so suddenly,

on a day that will stay in my memory.

October ninteenth two thousand two,

the day death came and took you.

How could anyone be so mean,

to take you away from your family.

Did the one that did this have no heart,

or just not see how it would tear us apart.

Friends and family shall gather near,

to bid farwell to one they held dear.

On October twenty-third we shall put you in the ground,

but we will never forget the love we had found.

We will always remember you,

you know this is true.

We will remember the good,

as everyone should.

Try to forget the bad,

for it just makes us mad.

All of us try to smile,

and pretend to be happy for a while.

We hide the pain,

as we go insane.

Thinking of you,

is all we can do.

In Loving Memory of Adam Abbott