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We find ourselves with you in time, 
Thoughts of you are roaming our minds
Angels playing music at the Gate
Heaven will be Home; let's call it fate.

Do not be weary or troubled, my friend, 
With words I write but not to offend 
They are written down to help us, too
It's become part of our plight with you.

You'll always be this ray of light,
In our hearts, you're one of a kind 
But when that day comes around
It will break the hearts of the abound.

We'll always celebrate the life we shared,
So, please, Mary, do not be despaired
We're closing now with this in mind
You're almost Home: The Angels are flying.

The Gate is open, a reception has started,
Music's playing for your departing 
God's arms are open, ready to embrace
Your presence here was not disgraced.

*Special credits and thanks:
Co-Author & Sister, Deb Kellison

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