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To the cemetary
I go when I can For to see A special man You may not know But his name is Chris I am the one He called Sis He listens to me As I talk He's even there While I walk He does not answer With spoken word But my questions I know he's heard I sit and stare And sometimes cry But to preserve his memory I must wipe my eyes I cannot mourn Over this loss For this would Make him cross It is his life I celebrate Sharing memories Of him that are great He was a Marine And proud to be Standing tall For all to see Semper Fi! Rings through the halls Echoing above OOHRAH! calls |
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To vicki
To vickis_brother! |
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Aww Vicki I make that same trip but it is for my Dad instead. My heart goes out to your loss. In our hearts they will always be alive.
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((((Mike))))
{{{{{Jason}}}}} ((((Kristi)))) To each of you my thanks!! |
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God bless you love!!
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nice Vicki !
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(((Eagle)))
(((Guy))) Thanks to both of you!! |
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I hope one day someone remembers me the way you remember your brother. Vicki if i had a sister i would be lucky if she only was as half as sweet and loving as you. Please keep sending your poems. Thank you so much.
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That is very touching
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{{{{Eric Lee Harold}}}}
Thanks guys!! |
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Blesssings
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(((Vicki))) My Angel,, He Lives, Breathe's and walks with you,,, I cried and I smiled all in the same breath,,
Memories of my Parents rush through my Mind,, Love you Angel |
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Beautiful Vicki,Lurch would be so proud..and remember,everytime you think of him,he thinks of you.
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that was great sis!!!
simper fi and oorah! |
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Wonderful write Vicki! May you always remember your brother and smile It was great timing as I was sharing some memories of my late grandparents today.
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That was a very touching tribute to your brother Vicki.. wonderful write..
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very sweet
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That was beautiful Vicki...I've always wondered if anybody would come see me when I am gone..so I resolved that, by making my wish to have my ashes spread over the plains where the wolves roam...then anybody that rides through will hear my spirit in the wind.
And as blue said, if I had a sister that was as caring and loving as you, I would want you to be her. |
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