Thirteen Years Today
As I remember the call that I received, Something that I really couldn't believe
This day I always feel, and yes its real. My heart felt like, I was stabbed with steel.
All I can say, is how I live today, and for my son, I continue to pray.
His life may be gone, but his spirit live on. Because in my heart, is way I stay strong.
As my youngest son, is named after him. His memory lives on, again and again.
Family, friends, and those that he love, what we get now is spiritual hugs.
So I just keep doing, what God allow me to do, and that celebrating your life, and celebrating you.
So I gather with friends, and family too, they also come out, to celebrate you.
I pray one day, we meet again, in paradise, and I pray we end.
Jihad I love and miss you much!