In loving memory of Jennifer Mendoza

I pick the phone up to make that call
I stop mid dale and I realize
My call will never be received
The one I call will never again here me
Never again see me
It’s stage when you lose someone close
Strange to know you’ll never again hear her voice
Strange to you’ll never get that note
Strange to know you’ll never get that call
See that smile
See that face
That jet black hair
Strange to no longer recognize the same old places
Because she’s no longer there
Now as the Pass the place I met you it’s hard to believe
That you where put to rest not that far
Just across that street
But your loss was I street I never wanted to cross
I road that it never wanted to walk down
I’ve taken too many wrong turns and now I fear I’m lost
I cried at your funeral
I tried to be a tough, a man
But the knowing that you’re gone
Is a feeling I can’t stand.
You had so many yeas ahead
You died so young
You had art to finish
Talks to talk
Song to be sung
People to meet
Places to go
Things to do
I can still do these things
But it’s not the same
Not without you
So, I cried my heat out
Cried my heart out of my chest
When I saw you in that casket
When I saw you put to rest
So, dear Jen
In your loving memory
I’ll come visit you again
I promise I’ll put flowers on your grave
I’ll get down on my knees
I’ll get down on my knees and pry

For a spot with you in heaven
I will try I’ll strive
But until I make it up
I’ll remember Jen As vibrant, beautiful, alive


Today, Thursday/ March 10th/ 2005, I attended the funeral of Jennifer Mendoza.
Jen was a good friend and person; I only wish I could have spent more time with her.
I’ll never forget you Jen. I love you, I'll miss you. rest in peace.