These days I barely get by,
seeing everywhere
a picture of me without you,
never again will I
kiss and angel good morning.
White lightening,
one drink, just one more, then another,
if drinkin’ don’t kill me, your memory will.
Maybe tomorrow,
they will place a wreath upon my door
and I will find
my Lilly of the Valley.
most lines taken from George Jones song lyrics. RIP
Awakened Words 
Fitting tribute, Mark.
I like your tribute too! I didn’t know of him, very well, but he was always there; he kept coming back it seems, over and over.