I still remember the day,

the day i hate the most,

the day that turned my life gray,

the day you became a ghost.

But lets just rewind

and tell the story from the start

the sad story etched in my mind

the story that breaks my heart.

We went camping one day,

and thats when you found the mark,

the mark that would never go away,

the mark that ignited the "cancer spark."

We took you to the doc,

he had nothing but bad news,

we all just stood there, waiting, looking at the clock,

until finally he said you were the one God would choose.

You then became very weak,

very pale, very sick,

there was a point where you couldnt even speak

and your death clock did nothing but tick.

We went to Disneyland

for make a wish foundation

it was fun playing in the sand

but this would be our last vacation.

You then fell into a deep sleep

couldnt talk, couldnt move, couldnt eat,

it became obvious that you were Gods to keep,

you fought so long but cancer couldnt be beat.