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Passed
Your light as faded from our sight.
Yet I hear your whispers at night. "Grieve not for me.
Remember my kindness and the smiles that I shed.
Remember the good times, the laughter and every day we had.
Family and friends were dear to me.
To my sons, my strongest seeds continue my legacy; that is all I need.
Keep the Sunday dinners cooking and doors wide open, surely the sun will shine through.
Continue traditions, no matter how small for it is what makes us all.
I’ll be holding your hands guiding you through the dark.
Once two young boys now turned into men, once your legacy is over we will be together again.
