May the absent ones be consious of the loving thoughts which we are silently sending to them. They never quite leave us, our friends who passed through the gateway eternal to the sunlight above.
A thousand sweet memories are holding them fast. To the place they blessed by their presence and love.
unknown author
This cross was place on the front steps of my dad's house the morning he died.
cross
when my dad died
rope heart
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