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In life we will all experience death.

For some it will be easy…others not so much.          

Wrinkled skin, shaking hands, the eyes of a fighter.

Even though on the outside they look defeated,

Their soul burns on.

Like a fire that never goes out.

Even when their body limp and free of life,

Their soul burns on.

 

The stories and lessons they may have taught,

Live on.

Even though their family members may still linger over their death.

Still seeing the last image of their life.

Wrinkled skin, shaking hands, and eyelids slowly closing.

They must remember they’re in a better place now.

 

Even though small memories of a heart beat fading away still linger in their ears.

And no one will ever forget.

We just have to learn to move on.

Knowing that wherever they are now,

They’re healthy.

Knowing that they will help us through thick and thin.

Knowing that wrinkled skin and shaking hands,

Doesn’t mean the end of the world.

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