In Loving Memory Of SPENCER J. Nov. 16, 2000 – June 26, 2003 Sunny days seem to hurt the most; I wear the pain like a heavy coat. I feel you everywhere I go. I see your smile, I see your face. I hear you laughing in the rain. Some days the sky’s so blue, I feel like I can talk to you and I know it might sound crazy. It ain’t fair you died too young, like a story that had just begun. But death tore the pages all away. God knows how I miss you, just knowing no one could take your place. Sometimes I wonder who you’d be today. Kenny Chesney Happy 6th Birthday Spence
SPENCER J.
