« Reply #777 on: Jan 22, 2010, 11:02 PM »

| Sunrise, sunset Seven hundred and thirty of these without you Morning, noon, and night Seven hundred and thirty of these missing you Breakfast, lunch and supper Seven hundred and thirty empty places Bedtime, dreams, and waking up to first light Seven hundred and thirty times Disappointed of not having you there no more.
Life goes on, with and without you a little sadder without your smiles a little colder without your warmth a little harder without your wisdom to point the way a little darker without your golden ray of love to embrace
Life goes on, living bravely as you would draped in the fragile silken fabric of heartache embroidered with the legacy of your golden threads of joie d'vivre scraping a living in a valley deep and wide carved out by the sorrow and grief of losing you watered by the tears shed over and over missing you cascading down the rocky slopes and around the many trees planted in memory of you.
Where ever you are, may you fly with love beneath your wings. When ever you feel weary, come and perch a while on any tree and rest in the valley, and feast on the fruits you planted long ago in the hearts and minds of people you touched.
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Heath, you are loved, like this, always.