To my gone loved one

Nothing much to say really -
It's an ocean, there aren't enough containers
To contain it's content
But it's a particular day, today
February the 10th 2015
And you would have been 16
Had He not decided to call you home

Your coming in our home was a blessing
And your leaving is still hurting
But there's all that we have to keep you alive
The rice we ate together each time mama cooked,
The seas we crossed together to reach countries,
The mountains we had to climb at such young age,
All of it was done, together

We were a team, Rigson
And I miss you sitting by my bed and telling me
your childish and shapeless stories
As I laid eaten by gastritis or blood pressure or, you know what
In fact, we all miss you and your silliness:
You burning yourself just when we were all
So ready and excited to go to church,
You locking your head between two walls
Till they had to break them to pull you out,
You telling us your goal of having a church
Where no one would even eat -
Nobody can make up the emptiness you left

But it's your birthday - so of course no sadness
Well, why don't we sing till we annoy them?
Or, what about trying to recreate the scenery
Of the earth before the world began?
Memories, that's all we have left of you
They are so precious we refuse to let go
The best thing though is that it feels like
You are always right here with us

Alone, I don't really know what to do
You can tell, I don't really know
What to say either, little brother
I guess I just wanted to wish you happy birthday
To say that even though you are no longer here
You are always with us and we love you
Till we meet again at the Saviour's feet -