Reading all the lines through streams of tears. Where has my family gone? . Strong solid relationships, seeming nothing could come between us. But something has, an ememy has done this.
Who else would stop at nothing but total destruction.
As I drank in the sweet, sweet words and remembered the closeness, emptiness filled my heart. It's only at times like this that I forget what I have lost.
Big family, bigger times, closely woven together. Taking the time to write handwritten letters filled with love.
We were the Cochran Clan.
Now scattered, forgotten.
Seemingly abandoned.
Death stole some.
Life robbed some.
Hope lives to tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Great! Hope lives to tell!