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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

In Memory



The tide recedes and leaves behind bright seashells on the sand,
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land,
The music stops! And yet, it echoes in sweet refrain.
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.
(John Bossert)
Today Steve would be 32. I can't quite picture him that age. He died about seven weeks after his eighteenth birthday. To me, he is forever 18. I am thankful for the eighteen years we had him with us. Today I will savor the beautiful memories that are mine to treasure forever.

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