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He left, but he didn’t leave us.
Memories flood my mind,
flowing so fast at times I
stop to let them absorb me.

I’m reminded how he filled our lives,
how his wisdom seeped throughout,
how his generosity spilled over,
how his love melted our hearts.

I see him when I look in the mirror,
when I watch his children garden,
when I watch the grandchildren play,
or when I look into the clear, blue sky.

Yes, he left, but he didn’t leave us.