Listening to grief being hidden in music and singing,
touching hearts and minds alike with this silent
wisdom of the soul.
Awakening tremors of sorrow buried deeply inside,
playing it out in notes of poetical music one song
after another.
Hurtful, yet joyful memories and images of a son so
loved, so precious, gone before his time in life,
but will never be forgotten.
Every day shades of him, walking vibrantly through
our minds, touching our hearts in unison as our
tears well up in memory of our love for him.
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