Pasco County. Fl.
Written about our star basketball player who tragically died in a car accident. My final tribute to him.
My friend, my friend. I remember the fun.
The days, my friend, out under the sun.
I remember the scent when I'd open your car.
I feel you are near, but realize you're far.
I remember the parties, the laughs and your smile.
I can't accept you're gone, my friend,
I guess I'm in denial.
You were always so funny, so bright and so caring
I can look at your picture,
but I can't stop staring.
I remember the glorious times we were together
like the leaves in the wind, or birds of a feather.
You'd come to the lunch table and cheer the group up
I guess, my friend, you were down on your luck.
I close my eyes, and remember that day
I cry in my bed, I can't move, I just lay.
Now that you're gone, the group feels apart.
Don't worry, my friend, I'll keep you in my heart.
If there's one thing I ask of you, don't go astray.
Help the group, Evan. Get us together, let us stay.
I remember, my friend, we used to cruise around.
I look for you, Evan, but you can't be found.
January 18th, I hate you. Please don't come again.
For that is the day, you sadly took my friend.
I look at the moon, the stars, the sky.
I ask the Lord questions,
including, "Please tell me why"
There is one thing I wish I'd had time to say...
I love you, my friend.
Don't go... please stay.
In memory of Evan Gourley
"I've fallen asleep, slept so sound.
Fallen so fast,
I missed the ground"