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Tragic's Wake
Break The Silence
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Where does the light go? Swallowed by ash cold dark. Slipping away into blue oblivion. Not all light shunned so easily into darkness. Some light remains, reflected in touched lives, like a full moon reborn on the faces of those who remember. The light of the sun of your memory shining from the eyes of those who knew you. For they remember and love you. No cold grave can devour that light. It will shine on as a memorial. People live and remember you. Not forgotten, never that. For the love of even one shines in the night of your passing like a new star set in the constallations of our lives. Know and remember those who pass on. Forget not their lives. They helped make you who you are. A thousand hands molded you, formed you, birthed you. Do not forget them as they pass on to the blessed life. Lounging now in the view of God. Watched over, loved, comforted of their loss of you. Knowing that soon again they will see you and know the joy of your being. Blessed dead, pray for us who remain. For we have lost, for a time, your presence in our lives, and we are less for it.
