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For you, dearI was searching in my attic for an old soccer ball, one that would be a gift for my ever-growing nephew, that is if I could find it. Thats when I found you, or should I saw re-discovered you. It was just a two page program trucked in between some old memorabilia stuff, I had meant to go through and trash ages ago. As I picked up the piece of paper your eyes were smiling up at me a crease running over your mouth from years of being folded. Perched over your guitar, your favorite place more than likely, your smirk looked as if you had a secret, one you couldnt share, or wouldnt shareFor you, dear


The Beauty of Grace"Because the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair" -Relient K Today we witnessed grace.The Beauty of Grace
Grace it what brings the strongest to tears and the weakest to comfort them Grace is what made black streaks run down my face and what brought others to wipe them away Grace is what made who seemed like to most heartless people in the world bring themselves to make amends Grace brought love into our hearts and forgiveness into our minds Grace is the spirit we all felt within ourselves and the spiritual rain that seemed to cleanse our souls.
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In MemoriamToday, I learned how to cling for life to a drowning person. To a whole group of drowning people, really, that moved in one great herd. It makes sense, perhaps, to consider that as you lose that slick balance in the ocean, as your feet slip from that thin platform that was shaky-at-best in the first place, you reach out for someone not to be saved, but to know at least that they feel the same way. That you may look in their eyes and see yourself reflected. We are all off the same boat, all huddled in one place with our fingers wrung together in knots as the water fills us up, up, up.In Memoriam
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