May God bless you and your...
Those we love never die. They blow us a kiss, remove the flame from their candle and follow the smoke trail back to their sacred rest. We come to collect and bear witness to life, not necessarily years. Death is always tremendous relief to a spirit called to its rest. A chance to return to source for some good loving, some repair. A chance to share stories with our friends in the other fields of joy.
Love Always
Your Grandaughter
Toni Wilson
January 30, 2010 | Cleveland, OH
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