In Loving Memory
Those we love don’t go away,
They walk beside us everyday,
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
Still loved, still missed, and very dear,
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow,
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain,
Rest in Peace Sharon_matt, you are greatly missed.
        
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