The tide recedes
but leaves behind
bright seashells on the sand,
The sun goes down,
but gentle warmth
still lingers on the land,
The music stops,
and yet it echos on
in sweet refrains.....
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.



This was given to me on a card from a close friend of mine when my sister died.
I'm not sure who the author is. I just wanted to share these with you and the
visitors to your wonderful site. I've followed this story since day one
and my heart aches for Laci, Connor, and the Rochas.
Not a day will go by that I won't think of them.
Karen Henrich
Michigan City, Indiana



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