Robert B. Renick, April 13, 1982 - February 15, 2005

My dear friend Ren where do I begin

I know that all good things must come to an end

Your time here on earth was far too brief

Like the fast changing colors of an autumn leaf

But now I know my dear friend Ren

That nine years ago was not really the end

Because thru our Father who is seated in Heaven

We will soon hear the trumpets play yes all seven

Together when we walk the roads paved in gold

All of these sorrows will become distant and old

But for now we will just grieve and reminisce

And try to figure out why you had to miss all of this

Oh my dear friend Ren here is how I will begin

We miss you and love you my brother day out and day in

For until we can someday meet again

Please know that here on earth you are still adored

Who will ever forget your old green Ford

You know it seems like only yesterday

That Hock, Ren and Flinn were heading back from Cal’s again

We will reunite someday on our own accord

I wish to be seated with you right next to our Lord

You were one of a kind and a true best friend

It gives me peace to know that I shall see you again

I miss you and love you my dear friend Ren