those we love don't go away.. they walk beside us every day.. unseen, unheard, but always loved... still missed and very dear...
Death is the heartache no one can heal, Memories are keepsakes no one can steal.
Beautiful memories are all we have left, Of the ones we loved and will never forget.
Softly the leaves of memory fall, Gently we gather and cherish them all.
Planted deep in memory's garden And watered daily with tears,
Memory has a magical way Of keeping loved ones near.
Dad i will always love you... Shantee