Bowling. . . And Tears

Everytime I go bowling I can't help but produce a few tears. . .

Because I think back to over a year ago when I last saw him

Him, with his brand new bowling gear, his smile, his jokes, and his compliments

And wish he was still here

And wish he could have realized he was loved by so many

And wish that he would have gotten the help to alleviate the pain he felt everyday

But, comfort comes to me when I think of where he is

And the unconditional love that he feels every day

And how he knows that he is missed