Missing you I was only eight years old When mom told me had you died. I didn't fully know what it meant. I felt numb, but I still cried. I didn't know how big a hole your passing would leave. I didn't understand how much loneliness I was about to receive. As the years have gone by, I've forgotten a few things, Like the sound of your voice, And how your laughter used to ring. I can't remember exactly what It was like when you held me, But I do remember it left me with A…
