Tears on black marble
Letters traced with my fingertips
Questions with no answers
You are missed more deeply then ink can express
Toilet paper roll fights
Golfing buddies
Hugs that seem to last forever
Remembering you, Jeremy
Earth holds less...
Heaven now promises more.
Dad
I couldn't write in the journals for a very long time. I sat poised with pen in hand so many times but nothing would come. But time passed. The words did come. For those of you who are experiencing pain, the words will come for you too. The healing will happen and you are not alone. jim
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