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We may never know the hour or the day

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We may never know the hour or the day

We may never know the hour or the day

Written By Dean Masciarelli

October 15, 2010 (6:32am)


We may never know the hour or the day 
when a loved one of ours will pass away 

And today has been  
such very sad day 

Because I just 
found out recently 

That my older brother Van 
passed away last Saturday
 
And it is never easy when we 
have to say one final goodbye

Because it leaves us 
feeling really empty

And no matter how hard 
it 
may be for you or for me

We have to let our loved ones go so that they 
can be free
to spend the rest of eternity resting peacefully

(Last Saturday my dear beloved brother had a massive heart attack and  was taken away from all of his loved ones at the age of fifty seven ,  and he will be deeply missed, May his spirit always rest in peace.) 

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  1. Date: 10/17/2010 12:47:00 PM
    death..so entwined with life, perhaps he is being reborn right now! perhaps a rest was desired we will never know till we ourselves are there...Light & Love

  1. Date: 10/15/2010 10:24:00 AM
    So sorry for your loss Dean, My cousin passed away at work Tuesday, also unespected, only 53, we never do know when do we. Lovely poem, take care , Francine

  1. Date: 10/15/2010 6:43:00 AM
    Tough to lose a sibling, writing about it is good. My sympathy for your loss. raskin

  1. Date: 10/15/2010 4:49:00 AM
    This self absorbed. What was your brother like? Why have you made his death about you. This is really poor poetry