I'll Watch the Sun Rise.

I was just laying in bed thinking and I began to cry.
I had to write this for you.

My Grandfather is 75.
He's not the man he used to be.
I wonder if he knows?
He's becoming senile.
He's not to man my Grandmother fell in love with anymore.

I wonder if he realizes.

You're 15 years older than me.
When I'm 60 you'll be His age.
I'll be so young.
I could live 30 years longer than you.
30 years if Christmas's, Birthdays, anniversary's, alone.

30 years of sunrises.

It makes me regret the 17 years I spent not knowing you.
I'll watch you grow old.
Ill watch your health diminish.
I'll still love you.
I hope that by then I've found peace in this.
That I'll be able to let go.

I never want to lose you.

I'll never that the time I have with you for granted.
I'll relish each moment as if it were my last.
I'll love you as much as I can.
I'll never turn down an adventure.
I'll never pass an opportunity.

In a way, I'll never really lose you.

It will hurt so bad.
Worse than anything.
I remember when I was at Chris's dads funeral.
Mrs. Brown was standing over the casket.
Looking down at her husband.
Her Highschool sweetheart.

The only man she ever loved.

"This is the last time she'll ever see him"
I remember the thought striking me, as the tears began.
I didn't know him very well, he had always been sick.
At least, as long as I had known him.
He was a wonderful man.
It was unfortunate that I only learned that after he was gone.
One of my few regrets in life.
How does she go on?

How will I?

I always imagined that your spouse would be the hardest to lose.
They're the only people in your life that you really choose to be with.
Your Parents, children, grandparents, they're given to you.
You didn't spend a part of your life trying to find them.
At least, that's what I've always thought.

I remember imagining Mrs. Browns thoughts as she looked down at him.

Thinking about the first time they met.
Their first kiss, first date.
The first time they made love.
Their wedding day.
The times they discovered she was pregnant.
All of the holidays.
All of the moments they spent together.

I'll do that some day.

I'll look back on all of the wonderful moments we spent together.
How much love and happiness we had.
All of the bad times.
The crazy times.
The wonderful times.
The times when we thought that time might stop.

Just to preserve that perfect moment.

I hope that my tears then, are tears of joy.
The joy of a life well lived.
A life of love and joy.
I'll be looking at a man whose life was made all the better,

Because I was with him.