by Michelle L. Johnson
Josh Newcomb 9-12-86 ~ 2-10-10
It's been 1 day since you had to leave.
It's hard for me to even breath.
It's been 2 days since you left this earth.
It's been only 23 years since your birth.
It's been 3 days that I have cried.
It's hard for me to believe you've died.
It's been 4 days since the nightmare started.
It's not real you haven't departed.
It's been 5 days since I last saw you smile.
It's been a never-ending bout of denial.
It's been 6 days since we all said goodbye.
It's not real, I feel dead inside.
It's been 7 days since you took your last breath.
It's unbearably painful to be touched by the cold hand of death.
It's been 8 days since you passed on.
It's still not real, you just can't be gone.
It's been 9 days since you had to go.
It's hard to accept, when will I believe it, I don't know.
It's been 10 days since I last you, son.
It's hard to bear the evil they've done.
It's been 11 days and I'm trying to get by.
It's been a bad day I've done nothing but cry.
It's been 12 days and all day I did sleep.
It's been the first day I did not weep.
It's been 13 days and they found the gun.
It's their mission for justice, they won't stop 'til they've won.
It's been 14 days and you are front-page news.
It's all I can do to fight the blues.
It's been 15 days since you were taken.
It's all left me still shocked and shaken.
It's been 16 days and I have started a quest.
It's my goal to accept this and I am doing my best.
It's been 17 days and it's been a good day.
It's God I know, He's been there the whole way.
It's been 18 days and with God I am starting to find peace.
It's the ache within my heart I wish would cease.
It's been 19 days and the pain is slowing subsiding.
It's by the grace of God that I'm even surviving.
It's been 20 days and I'm just starting my day.
It's my prayer that my faith today will not sway.
It's been 21 days of grieving and pain.
It's been bittersweet trips down memory lane.
It's been 22 days my heart's been tortured and tattered.
It's as if in a million pieces it's been shattered.
It's been 23 days and your death certificate came.
It's unbelievable; my life will never be the same.
It's been 24 days and I try to keep busy.
It's the reality of it all that makes my mind dizzy.
It's been 25 days and the pain still flows.
It's a brave front I put on but I'm sure in my eyes the agony still shows.
It's been 26 days and you came to me in a dream.
It's your face I'll always remember; as the smile you had made your face beam.
It's been 27 days and I returned to the place of your service.
It's the church altar I stare at; I'm making Aunt Dana nervous.
It's been 28 days and I turned 44 today.
It's your prized possession I retrieved and tucked away.
It's been 29 days and tomorrow I will see:
It's your name engraved for eternity in bronze on a plaque just beneath a tree.
It's been 30 days and I think the writing will cease.
It's for the best I know; I will love you always son and may you forever rest in peace!