He was my cousin
and my best friend.
I loved him lots
Until the end.
I still do love him
even though he's gone.
And somehow our lives will carry on.
Why'd you get drunk and run off the road?
And why'd your pick-up have to roll?
If that wouldn't have happened,
would you still be here?
Would you still be doing stuff,
to make us cheer?
So many questions left unsaid
like how could you be really dead?
Doug, I'm dedicating this poem to you
To tell you how much your family loves and misses you.
In loving memory of Doug Wessel
With lots of love,
Brittanie Tague
