Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.
- More Fruits of Solitude by William Penn.
It is now two years now, a close friend no more. His passing too soon! Too young! A flurry of thoughts zipped across my life - why why why? No answers only Silence. Years pass on – but his friendship never forgotten. Rekem -my friend, you left this world in too soon a hurry!
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Rest in Peace!
- Jean de Boufflers
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