Indian Time - A Voice from the Eastern Door

Along With Our Tears, Come Shattered Dreams

For All the Tomorrows That Will Never Be

No More Hugs and Kisses Goodnight

And Whispers Of “Don’t Let the Bed Bugs Bite”

No More of Your Happy Laughter Will We Hear

Just Precious Memories We’ll Hold So Dear

Our Sunshine Turned into a Cloudy Day

The Day Our Wonderful Daddy Was Taken Away!

In Loving Memory of Our Precious Dad

Love Always Emma & Tyson Jr.