This is in loving memory of my Father who died at the young age of 58 as a result of Leukemia. A poem titled Letting Go... After awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't necessarily mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't promises. And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with grace and no the greif of a child. And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. And after awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you ask too much. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really are strong and you really can endure. And you learn, and you learn again. And with every goodbye you learn. (Author Unknown) I love you Dad, for everything you taught me and everything you made me. You are dearly missed by all whose lives you touched.
Until we meet again... I love you, Ann
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