Tuesday, October 20, 2015
<p>If those that pass<br>can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, They shall<br>always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights . . .<br>always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be<br>their breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be their<br>spirit passing by. do not mourn their passing, think they've gone and wait for<br>you, for you shall meet again.</p>
