We barely knew not ye' honored stranger from a land of friends and family. The rot of God's work reaps the seam of pure blood, thus white wings are gifted as ascension is now and forever for thee... once fond stranger, new found comrade. Rest well in the kingdom of Abraham and Elijah.
Well... its always a gut full of thought when I hear the casket drop of someone I knew in mind.
Edited by {IP}Pasidon, 16 June 2009 - 09:18 AM.