After this terrible heartbreak,
We know your right there by heavens gate,
Watching over us, protecting us as we live on,
But we cant get over the fact that your actually gone.
We miss you dearly, and no one could ever replace you,
You were our superman, flying through the sky oh so blue.
We are living a type of hell, wishing you were here,
But we know we'll see you later, and raise up our glasses of beer.
We take a shot of Jameson, a toast to you old man,
Whether playing the role as daddy or brother, no one can do it better than you can.
This poem is in loving memory of my Uncle and God Father, Kevin Botta, who died unexpectantly on January 6th, 2011, as a passanger in a car crash.