It had its good days, it had its bad days. There were feminine days, there were masculine days. It made us all smile, it made us all cry. But one thing is for sure, I will never forget that hair. I cry a little everytime I think it is gone. I know some of you couldn't see the beauty in that large party, but I am sure you would have if you had gotten the opportunity to run your fingers through it-like I got to everyday.
Why did you have to leave me, I'll never forget you!
