Gregory Douglas Turner, 1969-1992, my only son, my fondest dance partner, my Funny Bone (the clown) ... buried this day 1993.
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Darling, I can't help loving you the way I do.
Tears spill still with laughter
as memories play anew.
I'm living your 'hereafter'--
but it's time spent without you.
Tears drizzle on my pillow
as I weep like a willow.
Darling, I can't help loving you the way I do.
Angels sing ... rejoicing;
you're in their midst singing
while my heart aches ... mending.

Darling, I can't help loving you the way I do.
Folks pity tears dropping
but droplets help one to heal.
Our love thrives; it's not stopping.
With the good Lord, made a deal
to let you see through my eyes ...
make your 'hereafter' surreal.
Darling, I can't help loving you the way I do.
Angels sing ... rejoicing;
you're in their midst singing
while my heart aches ... mending.

Darling, I can't help loving you the way I do.
You survive in my heart
each and every moment.
We are never far apart--
separation is torment
but angels are comforting ...
till in your arms I'm content.
Darling, I can't help loving you the way I do.
Angels sing ... rejoicing;
you're in their midst singing
while my heart aches ... mending.

Darling, I can't help loving you.