OK I hate this day,
I will hate it till I die.

a day for memory's,
a day to cry.

Why did he have to go?
why did his life have to end.

my mothers brother,
dear to our hearts.

But a bad choice,
brag us all pain.

he said he wouldn't ever again,
we went back on his word.

he drank the poison like he had many times before,
But this time it would take is life, take him from the wife
he adored.

He was sad for his daughter that he had lost.
we wanted to drink and not feel the loss.

he didn't go home sober,
he agrued with is love.

now 8 years later...
I'm left remebering that he has died on this special day for memory's.
He was in pain. He drank a beer. now I'll never see him.. was he a christian?

In memory of my mothers brother, my grandmas son,my uncle.

Robert lee Hall.