Dad, I see you in everything I do, in every flower that blooms...in the wind that brush gently my cheeks and the morning sunlight that embraces me each day. I am happy, yet I am terribly sad for a peice of me has died and gone to heaven. I hold sacred, though, your passion for life and living and only hope to live life as you did. Be with me in spirit. Visit me often in slumber and walk with me silently in this physical life. I miss you..... and will always always love you until we meet again, dad...

Noe

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