Mark
Zavadil

Another year since you gone.

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Trauer ist wie ein Felsbrocken.
Wegrollen kann man ihn nicht.
Zuerst versucht man, nicht
darunter zu ersticken.
Dann hackt man ihn Stück für
Stück kleiner, und den letzten
Brocken steckt man in die
Hosentasche und trägt ihn ein
Leben lang mit sich herum.

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"Der Mensch ist erst wirklich tot, wenn niemand mehr an ihn denkt".


- Bertolt Brecht -

As close to Redskins color as I could get. It was an honor to know you. You will be sorely missed.

The day God called you home

God looked around his garden
And He found an empty place.
He then looked down upon this earth,
And saw your tired face.



He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.



He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.



He saw that the road was getting rough.
And the hills are hard to climb,
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered "Peace be thine".



It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone
For part of us went with you
That day that God called you home

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