Joys of Life
A fresh blanket of snow glistening under the golden sun.
Warm sun kissing my face as a cold winds bites.
Stars in the night sky glisten; many lively spirits shining.
One year coming to a close, a new year awaits.
Memories of you dance in my heart; rest in peace.
December 29th, 2008, you passed away. it has been one year, but even in your absence you have taught me that there is so much around me to appreciate. Your love of nature and all things God created is infectious, you live on through me, and all those who knew you. Rest in peace grand-papa, your wisdom shall live forever.
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