Marc, Luke, and John

You are the forerunner to the #1 on my top 3 greatest list
Autumn is coming soon...nothing's changed. I still think about you.
Your cologne, your razor, the old fashioned way you shaved.
The fresh smell of Irish Spring in your bathroom, White Rain was your shampoo
You dressed like you were off to church everyday
You'd sit at the table, sipping that creamy coffee
"Accidentally" spilling some in your saucer, then handing it to me
Your voice, so tender and sweet is the most beautiful song ever sung to me
I was mad at God for the longest time,
Because I felt that He took a best friend of mine
You should see your son, you guys are just alike
On him, his grandkids thinks the sun sets and shines
You bore the fruit of greatness, on the left side of my family tree
You were and are everything to me...grandchild #63...maybe?
I lost count
Granny kept those kids coming out
No doubt our parents did the same
And so are we...I can't tell you how many of us had children that we call by your name
I hope that one day, I get to see your face
Illuminated by happiness and immortality
I know you're up there spoiling my babies.
Until the next time we meet...

Keep on resting in love and peace. Tell God I'm not mad anymore. :-)