When I lost my son to a tragedy I thought that love would end
But I never guessed how it could be that my love for him would bend
And sway like a tree in a summer storm and quiver but never break
While the memory of a love well worn would lessen my heartache
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I cannot conceive of losing my son of 51 years. I insist that I go first. Besides he has to look after his three year old daughter for many years. Every once in a while, to show emotion, he knocks me down in the hall. I am glad you have not become completely embittered. I salute the sons and the dads. an 8 pointer