ROCHE - Memoriams

In memory of my husband and best friend, John B. Roche.

June 9, 1941-July 10, 2010

My Angel

I wake up in the morning,

And I look up to the sky;

I wonder why He took you,

Before I said goodbye.

I look up to the stars at night,

And know you’re looking down;

I’d like to think you’re proud of me,

But I’m just stumbling ‘round.

I crawl in bed and close my eyes,

And realize that you’re gone;

Then comes the fears and then the tears,

And life just seems so wrong.

I glance up at the heavens,

And I know you’re flying by;

My angel’s watching over me,

I’m happy as I cry.

Your wife, Mary

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In memory of our dad, John B. Roche.

June 9, 1941-July 10, 2010

Five Minutes

If I only had five minutes the day you passed away,

I would have had time to tell you all the things I needed to say.

I never got to tell you how much you mean to me,

Or that you were the best dad, better than any man could be.

The last time that I talked to you,

I wish I would have known;

I would have said ‘I love you,’

And kept you on the phone.

If I only had five minutes,

The morning you passed away;

I’d give you one last hug so tight and see your great big smile.

I’d tell you that I don’t think I could live without you,

Not even for a while.

I’d kiss your cheek and take your hand and tell you it’s okay to go.

And tell you that I’ll miss you,

More than you’ll ever know.

Missed so much,

Tammy and Wayne

John K. and Jill

Brenda and John

Ricky and Gina

grandchildren and great-grandchildren