I (Mariah) was approximatly 8 years old. I remember being home, sitting on the love seat watching TV. The love seat was in the perfect spot at the time. I could kneel on it backwards, and reach the front door. Which is exactly what I did when the door bell rang that afternoon.
I opened the door to find a HUGE, LONG HAIRED man!
"Is Khera Home?" he said.
"Yes." I said, as I turned back around to get back to my show and yell "KHERA!"
Shortly Khera came out of her room to greet the big man. She introduced him to me, and me to him.
"Fry, this is Paul. Paul, this is Fry."
If tears could build a stairway
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We would walk right up to heaven
And bring you back again
No farewell words were spoken
No time to say goodbye
you were gone before we knew it
and only God knows why
Our hearts still ache in sadness
and secret tears still flow
what it meant to lose you
no one will ever know
But now we know you want us
to mourn for you no more
To remember all the happy times
life still has much in store
Since you'll never be forgotten
we pledge to you today
a hallowed place
within our hearts
is where you'll always stay.