Don’t think of them as gone away—
their journey’s just begun;
life holds so many facets—
this earth is only one.

Just think of them as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days or years.

Think how they must be wishing
that we could know, today,
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.

And think of them as living
in the hearts of those they touched…
for nothing loved is ever lost
And they were loved so much!

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend
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