Eloy my boy, my son, my joy. You left me to wonder why, you chose to leave without goodbye. Your smile your grin and all your silly ways will live in my memory forever and a day. There were times you made me mad, even angry and sometimes sad. Please forgive me, like I forgave you for all the things that we put each other through...The fights in anger now I see the reason now, you we're getting ready to take your final bow. Now I'm left here without you, but I know it's not forever, someday again we will laugh together, Eloy my son until we meet again, I will forever remember you in your glasses with no lens... Your memory will live forever...
About the Creator
Rose Rosales
My life could have been less hard knocks, but would it have been boring? All the obstacles,trials, and tragedies are probably what kept me going. Every time I was knocked down, I got back up. I didn't allow them to break me.
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