The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down but gentle warmth still lingers on the land.
The music stops, yet it echoes on in sweet refrains.
For every joy that passes something beautiful remains.
In spirit, heart and memory love lives forever.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you. The beauty of your spirit will stay with me for all eternity. I miss you Papa.
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