Traveling Comments

In the wee hours of that winter’s mourning you set off upon your journey. Four generations yelled out your name as if we would bring you back but alas you could not hear our voices, as traveling was your task.


Casting off this life’s troubles and assorted woes, the Creator took your hand and guided you beyond the things we have yet to know. The Creator sent you here for just a fleeting moment for all of us to treasure and surely you will be missed.
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