Don’t mean to dampen your Sunday morn ..’ But every time I see memories of my friend, who has passed, around the house – I feel teary and emotional. Life is short. I wish we made up our petty squabble.
He came knocking on my door once or twice, in bitter fueds. He is gone now. He drank himself to death. His millions could not save him, nor the ones, who claimed to love him, most. RIP. Only God can heal the broken hearted. Give it up to him. Money does not buy love, nor vanity nor – the lifestyle, many so desire. It only comes from within.
Had no idea – the depth of your pain and sorrow, but I miss you dearly and would always love you, until we meet again. I hope you got to find rest in Jesus in your final hours ..’ Rest in peace Christopher Burke!