A lot of people pass
away too early ... without a reason ... without the season. So did you. I
looked up at the sky that night missing you to my wits end. I felt you were
looking back at me. I remember you often ... in the morning, at night, when I
look at stars, when I cook up tarts ... a date ... a song ... a place ... a
smell ... I know you miss me too. And I know you are watching me from heaven...
So here's to you, with lots of love -
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