Friend Funeral Poem

Poem About Looking For Hope After Death

My friend Nick passed away a few days ago. He was an awesome person with such an incredible personality. The cause of death is still undetermined, although some speculate that he took his own life. His family is keeping everything silent, so writing this poem was a grieving process that I went through. I wish I could have told him how much I valued his friendship, I wish I could of seen the pain he was hiding inside. I just wish I could have been there to stop him, if the speculations are true.

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My best friend is my grandma. I miss you so much, but God chose you. I love you, Grandma. Don't forget me, and I won't forget you.

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Dear Friend


Published: March 2015

Today is the day you will be laid to rest,
But you know what they say,
God only takes the best.
Everything happens for a reason,
Even if we may not agree.
Just promise to look after us,
And if you can,
Save a spot up there for me.
The thought of never seeing you again brings tears to my eyes,
And even more so,
Because all of this was such a surprise.
But we should never question what God has planned,
Sometimes it's not meant for us to understand.
So as we sit here and mourn the loss of a beloved friend,
We have to keep telling ourselves that we will meet again.



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Has this poem touched you? Share your story!
  • by Alyssa
  • 7 months ago

My best friend is my grandma. I miss you so much, but God chose you. I love you, Grandma. Don't forget me, and I won't forget you.

  • by Diana, west palm beach fl
  • 1 year ago

This poem means so much to me. Nine months ago my friend passed away in one of the worst ways possible: she was tragically hit by a car. She died on the ground. The sad thing about this was I was texting her that same day like an hour before it happened. She was heading to school and she said she woke up late, and when I texted her back to ask where she was I never got answer.

  • by Becky Bailey
  • 2 years ago

My daughter was 25 years old when she passed away. She had worked all day and then she went to give blood plasma and the donation center did not follow their protocol. They rushed her through without running the needed blooded work or giving her something to eat or drink before they let her go. She passed out and broke her neck and was a quadriplegic. They did surgery and something went wrong and they had to put her on a ventilator. After that she needed a pace maker, trach, feeding tube, and colostomy bag. She lived 77 days. Once transferred to a nursing home she passed away. I felt very guilty because I had come home to go to a doctors appointment and she died before I got back up there.

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