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| Tommy No one understands the dangling sense of pain and loss fallen six feet from the rafters only to sway silently as his name was called out. Planted in his garden were his loves. Buried were his secrets. He called out once and I held him sobbing with him. He did not call out this time, only swayed silently. I was too far to hear his words. Silver chain in his hand, grasped tightly in death. It's silvery shine could not illuminate life in him. He stole his life from himself. He stole apart from everyone. At least it was not his pearl handled toy. I feel his wave like hands guiding me, teaching meto appreciate god's creation. He suffered the same physical pain as me, But his emotions were to great, even for me. He's only been gone for a few hours but I feel His memories seeping into my brain. Good-bye Tommy, John Boy, Cool Cat and TANK. Good-bye my angel. I love you and I miss you but I see the wonderful creations of God. I smell all the flowers, each remind me of you. 9-7-1999 Thomas Andrew Nighbert Kronsteid Never be too busy to listen to a FRIEND. I Love You! |
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