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Friday the 13th
By Hillary Tamburello
(Contact: babybooluvsu@juno.com)

In memory of Ashton
1984 – October 13, 2000

When you lose someone you love
   for no reason at all,
And you wish that you could catch him
   when he has just one last fall.

You just want to rewind your life
   to the last time he was there,
To give him a hug and a kiss
   and tell him how much you cared.

To comfort his family and say
   that everything will be all right.
When you are the one who
   cries yourself to sleep every single night.

To walk to the place where he was killed
   and just sit down and cry.
To wonder to the Lord
   why he was the one who died.

To sit next to his casket
   and hold his hand and pray.
To give him a kiss on his cheek
   as tears scroll down my face.

To go to his younger brother
   and see him in his soul,
As tears fall down my face
   it's something I can't control.

No one can ever take his place,
   it wasn't his turn to die.
But it's something I can't turn my back on.
   It's something I can never do.

We'll think of him everyday.
   He was loved oh so much.
He'll never know how many lives
   that he has gently touched.

He'll always be with us
   as we walk the path of life.
Even though every step
   won't always be precise.

His soul will always be with us.
   His memory will always go on.
He will be loved everyday,
   even though his body's gone.

"Ashton was killed in gang violence."
He just wore the color red.
Now my baby's gone.
My sweetheart is dead.
He wasn't in the gang.
He was just walking down the street.
No one knew that very night
he would be swept off his feet.

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