"Forehead pressed against the glass
Smooth and oh-so-cold as your hand
Haylie in the front seat,
Alec in the back
Hearts burning, yearning
To hear that last song
Smoke the day's last cigarette
Like you'd still be here in the morning
Laughing how your hair's a m e s s
And the b u r n t bacon on the stove that Rhonda forgot,
But it's impossible to forget
When our hello's never came and how the
As you slipped to Heaven on the highway.'
'you are forever our star.'"
Note: Highway 169 is where Felicia passed away. The paramedics said that she flat-lined right there on the highway asphalt...it'll be a year on the 28th of this month....thank you for reading.