My Great-Aunt just passed away. Her name was Annabelle, and she helped out everyone in my immediate family more times than I can count. I left work early yesterday to go up to the hospital to see her. They didn't think she would make it through the night - but she held on just a little longer. Annabelle was a retired RN, and ultimately a pretty
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at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds
That blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight
On ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the
Morning’s hush
I am the soft uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star that
Shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
……. Anonymous
"... and in the end, the love we take, is equal to the love we make."
R.I.P. Annabelle, until we all meet again! (Mozart).. .Micah, you know me.
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