Epitaph

April 27, 2020

Epitaph

You called him a life measured in memories

A beloved father, brother, husband, and friend

But after his passing he’s sure to be forgotten

Because if his life was measured in your memory

The world is sure to forget

Because you will die too

And with it will fade the memory of the one you held so dear

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