Whoever said time was forever,

now they know they were wrong.

Whoever said rain was for stormy weather,

now they should know they were wrong.

Your years were lived out perfectly.

Now you should know

that your life won’t be a dying memory.

Your life is painted clearly, and you’ll never die.

Even though we’re forced to say good-bye,

your memory will last and blend with the past.

Papa, why did you have to go?

Don’t you know, we love you so?

But I know you didn’t make that decision.

Papa, I want to let you know,

everybody here loves you so,

I love you so.

- dedicated to Eugene Townsend