He listened when I spoke, he showed me that he cared. When I needed a shoulder to cry on, he was always there.
He was like my father-figure, teaching me right from wrong, I loved him alot and still do, but never had him for too long.
I never realized how much I loved him, until it was too late. But he died with honor, never giving up his faith.
I can still see him standing, looking toward the beautiful sunset. His white hat and green coat, he then looked back and said "jukuwey tuse."
In loving memory of Arthur Johnson, "Charlie Brown"
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