Those we love don’t go away, they walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near; still loved, still missed and very dear. The pain had passed but the stories of your beautiful deeds have remained.
Those we love don’t go away, they walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near; still loved, still missed and very dear. The pain had passed but the stories of your beautiful deeds have remained.