Since you died, it's been more than I can stand.
But while you were alive, I was one lucky man.
On Christmas Eve of 2012, my friend told me how lucky I was to have you and Dad.
But my luck would soon run out and it's so sad.
Two years ago when you were still alive, I liked the way it was.
I didn't realize that your death would hurt as much as it does.
It hurt everybody so much on the day when we buried you.
But while you lived, I was one lucky man and that is true.