Grandma says to the boy “Everything has its time And everything’s time must end” I thanked her for the checker games And all the coffee talk And said “I’m glad we had a chance to be friends”
And she says true love can never be a weapon And good friends are so hard to find So keep your nose clean And watch before you cross the street And everything will be fine
Anything worth having is never easy The pain is only a sign And if you can just push through And make it out of bed Everything will be fine
And I say true love can never be a weapon Good friends are so hard to find So keep your nose clean And watch before you cross the street And everything will be fine
Grandma said to the boy “everything has it’s time, And everything’s time must end.” Well, I thanked her for the checker games And all the coffee talks I’m glad I had a chance to be her friend
it’s been thirteen years, and maybe i am just all shook up from the recent passing of my grandmother, but this song, on this day, still has the power to make me break down and cry.
talan michael lived only 4 days, and they are some of the most VIVID days of my life. at the age of twelve, i learned more lessons about life, death, joy, and strength, than any kid that age should ever have to discover. i remember it all like a series of photographs. snapshots documenting the entire process from the moment that i got the phone call saying my mom had gone into labour, up until the burial, and beyond.
i could be angry or sad, but craig says it best, “sadness is just love wasted”.
talan’s death changed everything…for better or for worse, i’m not really sure, but it did grace me with one very special gift…my brother, therran, who is undoubtedly the greatest love of my life.
all of that being said, happy birthday talan! i love you, and think of you always! i hope that someday, we will see each other again, and that i can get to know you better. in your short life, you touched mine forever. xo