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Jake was loved and he will be missed -- a poem to his memory
In the quiet times, when I am surrounded by my thoughts
I sometimes ask myself, What really matters to me?
Perhaps it is what I have lost that makes me want to know
To really understand myself, to see how I have grown.
As time goes on, I find myself less and less impressed
By all the things that seem to be criteria for happiness.
For all the dollars in this world could never buy for me
The most...
Sandy Welch
May 03, 2007 | MN