is the key to
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And through all the tears,
and the sadness
and the pain,
comes the one thought
that can make me
internally smile again:
   I have Loved!

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The first time a memory
slides over us like a wave
of warmth,
we have turned the
corner of our grief.

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Why Can't I Let Go

You were always my hero.
I always wanted to be like you.
You were my younger brother,
still, I always looked up to you.

You were always there for me,
even when things were at their worst.
You helped me through my hardest trials,
and WE always made it through.

Now as I sit here, writing these words,
remembering you and times gone by,
I'm trying to find a way to tell you,
I'm trying to say good-bye.

Nineteen years are just too many,
to just let you go.
I can't believe you're gone - you died -
and left me here alone.

Sean Christian Anderson
11 Nov 74 - 24 Jan 94

Some days I'm fine,
some days I'm low,
but most days,
I just miss you so.

For so long,
it was you and me,
But now,
what do I do?

Each night I ask why?
Why I'm so angry?
Why can't I cry?
Why can't I let you go?

I know we'll see each other again,
but 60 years seems so long.
I long for the day I'll see you again,
waiting for me with open arms.

Brother - I love you and miss you so,
but now I need you most.
This time in my life is oh so hard,
I just can't let you go.

Traci Renee (Anderson) Morlock
Written: Oct 94



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