Your ashes are here, in the meadow...
The Cabin ended up being one of our favorite places together - even though our travels took us to some spectacular places - The 100 year old cabin with family whispers and crooked ways, with tenderness and love you spent hours rehabbing, listening to the voices of old. I shaved your face for the last time while you faced the meadow, and I sang to you "please don't take my sunshine away"
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