Whiling away musical proficiency, holding it closely
as life folds it's meaning into places of remembrance.
Softly lit thoughts touch our hearts and souls with
the magnificence of our son.
His spirit reminding us that he is with us all our
days on earth.
Blessing our lives with his memories and images of
love throughout our days.
We will always rest in his thoughtful spirit, holding
him close to our hearts, minds and souls.
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