As we think of the memories of the ones we love,
We have trust that they went with the Lord from above.
Those times come to me as I remember you from the beginning to the end.
This always reminds me of why I consider you my best friend.
Feeling the summer wind at times reminds me of your warm touch,
As I thing of these things it reminds me of why I love you so much.
So with all of these wondrous memories of you all I can see is your face,
As the Lord grabs you by the hand and leads you to be with him in the land full of Grace.
Thank you as I hear your continuous Symbolic Whispers in my ear,
I know that your love for me will never fade and the thought of you will always be near.
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