For Grandma Bea and Aunt Joanie

Here we are in the grays of winter, hold my hand, let's face tomorrow...
Here's some wings, they're yours forever. And here's some dreams that will come true.
May you sleep in peace Bea and Joanie, you will be missed.
"There is some kind of bigger thing that we can all appreciate and it sounds to me you don't mind calling it God. But when you forgive, you love. And when you love, God's light shines through you."

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