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As
I
sit
with
the
family
album
open,
I
relive
the
many
years,
memories
and
dreams
we
shared.
Yes,
there
were
hard
times,
bad
times,
but
there
were
so
many
good
times.
When
our
children
were
born,
healthy,
normal
children,
we
were
so
blessed.
Babies
that
together
we
raised
and
watched
become
adults
we
were
so
proud
of.
The
first
home
we
bought,
the
struggle
to
raise
our
family,
pay
all
the
bills.
Oh
yes,
I
remember,
but
they
were
good
times.
For
some
reason,
the
bad
times
seem
so
insignificant
now,
no
longer
important,
only
good
memories
are
worth
keeping.
The
candle
flickers,
almost
dies
out,
just
as
now
your
life
is
flickering,
almost
dieing,
then
you
take
another
deep
breath
and
linger
on.
I
watch
you,
hold
your
hand,
lean
over
and
gently
kiss
you,
whisper
softly
in
your
ear,
"It's
time
to
go
home
baby,
time
to
turn
loose
and
go
home".
You
smile
and
take
yet
another
breath.
You
don't
open
your
eyes,
yet
you
whisper
oh
so
softly,
"I
love
you".
Then
you
point
at
something
I
cannot
see.
It
must
be
something
that
is
comforting
you,
reassuring
you,
because
you
are
so
calm,
so
serene,
as
you
take
yet
another
shallow
breath.
You
have
been
my
husband
all
of
my
adult
life,
but
now,
I
must
go
on
without
you
for
you
are
going
on
a
journey
that
I
cannot
go
on
yet.
So
I
will
go
on
alone.
But
as
the
candle
of
life
flickers
and
dies,
I
will
have
our
memories.
Our
albums
we
built
together
to
remind
me
of
our
years
together.
I
will
forget
the
pain
I
have
tried
to
help
you
bear,
the
fear,
the
uncertainty,
for
these
lasted
only
such
a
short
time
compared
to
the
years
we
shared.
I
will
look
at
our
children
and
see
a
part
of
you
in
each
of
them.
I
will
look
at
"things"
you
have
built
with
your
hands
and
see
a
part
of
you.
No,
I
won't
remember
the
bad
times,
the
hurt,
the
pain,
I
will
remember
you.
You
as
the
man
I
lived
all
my
adult
life
with,
and
be
proud
of
what,
together,
we
created.
So
please,
go
now,
go
home,
go
to
be
with
our
God,
let
him
comfort
you.
Let
the
Angels
we
feel
beside
your
bed
take
your
hand,
go
with
them
My
Dear,
go
home
to
God.
In
Memory
of
my
Husband
Carl
who
passed
into
a
happier
life
May
29,
2002
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