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Some people think that when we die,

This will be the end.

But how could this be true,

When their love they seem to send.

The comfort we feel,

When we hold his shirt.

Seems some how,

To ease the hurt.

The feeling some one,

Is watching me.

Though there is no one,

Around that I can see.

My tears keep falling,

On to the ground.

Yet there is comfort,

To be found.

Family come,

To hold my hand.

But the biggest comfort,

Is my wedding band.

We pledged to be together,

Until the end of day.

He is here with me,

He would find a way.

His invisible arms embrace me,

His silent voice I hear.

He could never leave me,

As in my heart he is to dear.

I will see him in the autumn,

In the leaves that fall.

I will hear him in the birds,

As they let out a call.

I will feel him in my children,

With their warm embrace.

He lives on forever,

In the smiles upon their face.

He is my angel,

That will always be.

With his wings spread out wide,

He wraps them around me.