Rosa called me up, and gave me the news   That our best friend Becky   Wasn't coming home anymore   I didn't know what to say, how could it be true?   That she's gone ahead   And none of us were ready   We never needed to have anyplace to go   A warm summer night to waste   A tank of gas   And pack of smokes   Sat alone and confused on the waterfront   With twenty up and one set aside   I'll breath the taste of those summer nights   And think...   Rebekah, Rebekah   Why did you have to go away?   When all of us down here were hoping you'd stay   (A little longer)   I sit back and wonder, can you see me from where you are?   You won't be forgotten   You're so very close   And deep in our hearts         Dedicated to Rebekah Ann Flory   December 8, 1977 to September 21, 1999