I feel angry, I feel cheated. I feel lost and defeated.

                       It’s not right, it’s not fair. He was too young. I wasn’t there.

                       He looked fine, he looked good. The other day, right here, he stood.

                       Oh Guy, Brother Guy, you were so young why did you die?

                       Did you know that I loved you? And for you, anything I’d do?

                       Did you know how proud I am, of the man that you’d become?

                       You did Mom proud and Dad too. I know they both will welcome you.

                       You fought a good fight. you finished the course.

                       You have kept the faith and now henceforth,

                       There are laid up for you, many treasures in heaven.

                       You passed the test, now there are no more burdens.

                       When I was fourteen, my Mom said to me,

                       "how would you like a new brother?" Are you kidding me?

                       She said "He’ll be tall, blonde and good looking too"

                       "You see he came to me in a dream, and said "how do you do".

                       Mom asked for my blessing, I said yes with one catch.

                       No diapers for me, it’s just such a mess.

                       A Star was born June 4, 1970. This, we all learned very quickly.

                       He was named for his Dads two best friends, This name fit Guy,  
                       right  till the end.

                       Guy Wakefield loved the great outdoors, and more than once he rolled
                       his 4 by 4.

                       Dee Swenson was a learned wise man, a sweet and gentle family man.

                       Guy stole our hearts right from the start, first the smile then came the fart.

                       The glint in his eye, with that cute little smile. Melted your heart after a while.

                       Mom said "I can’t wait till he can talk" shortly thereafter "Oh why won’t he stop".

                       He would talk and he’d talk and talk to Jan too.

                       He would talk to his sisters all the night through.

                       Becky and Guy, they had so much fun.

                       They would jump and they would play until the day’s done.

                       They moved to St. Johns when Guy was a tyke.

                       Not a better place on earth that a child could like.

                       Vernal Utah was next and a new B.B. gun.

                       Guy walked to school backwards every day just for fun.

                       Tragedy struck the day that Mom died, a piece of our hearts gone, and all of us
                       cried.

                       Guy was at twelve, a brave little trooper. But from this can you ever recover?

                       He comforted Becky, and he comforted me too.

                       We comforted each other. A hard thing to do.

                       Dad married Cathy and Guy had a new family! His heart began, to not feel so
                       heavy

                       The 'Days' had a boat, and it was time to go skiing.

                       Such comfort such joy and a new sense of being

                       He got a computer and a new racing bike.

                       You couldn’t get him off them, without a big fight.

                       He got such good grades, school seemed way too easy.

                       So he started reading the Encyclopedia.

                       He loved to go camping, he was a good scout. He loved the mountains without a
                       doubt.

                       A move to Springville made him new friends.

                       Dungeons and dragons and a Treckie right till the end.

                       He loved to read, books by the dozen. Lord of the rings and all science fiction

                       He was called on a mission in the state of Kentucky.

                       In serving the Lord He counted himself lucky.

                       Guy had it hard when, before he came home, his Dad had died and left him alone.

                       Upon his return he got a new truck. It wasn’t long till he had more bad luck.

                       The road was icy the truck rolled and rolled. Guy found himself out in the cold.

                       Through a miracle, God spared his life. He met Becky Sue, she became his
                       beloved wife.

                       They were perfect for each other. And for Guy there could be no other.

                       A smart man, a wise man a good man was he, not a judgmental bone in his body.

                       Guy was a great roofer, and worked with his hands,

                       His crews respected him but were also his friends

                       He loved kids and they loved him too.

                       He would take you four wheeling all the day through

                       He had a hard life but never complained. A lesser man might have gone insane.

                       You were put to the test, as Job was of old. You and Job were of the same mold.

                       I’ll miss you Guy and your warm friendly smile. I won’t forget you after a while.

                       You are part of me and I’ll hold you close to my heart. I’ll see you again if I do
                       my part.

                       Love Pat your brother. Goodbye Big Guy