Bad nights Better Days 'plez read thx'

Bad nights Better Days Today was a bringer of sore news I went along as normal as I could, To only hear of this news, It swept me away, as I was so unprepared. To find out that today was a friends. First flight  up there, Without a goodbye she went. She was so close but now so far away. I would give a many day to have her back to stay. But this I know, that where she is, Is much better then where I am. Although I shall forever want that last goodbye. Even if it was right before she died. And to this day I may never understand, Just why she had to go but, I shall forever know that HE always has a plan. And to this plan she must fit, for now she gone, And we must all just sit. At her funereal I shall watch her lie When I Know she is actually flying very high above Only to watch and feel the great love, That we send to her high up above. This poem is dedicated to a great friend of mine who pretty much raised me from age 1-15 she was our maid at home ( I am 17 now)  I found this out today as I came home from school November 06,2001. She has been on dialysis for some time now and has gone through a lot in her life time but she was like my second mom and this poem doesn't even do justice to her. Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 08:14 AM PST   0 • 8