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Addie Marie Beima.
May 20th 1945 - February 21st 2021
Loving Mother & Grandmother.
With unfailing love,
at some point in life,
she saved us all.
Though we weren't blind,
we couldn't always see,
the dangers which lay ahead.
As a lighthouse,
guides a ship and crew,
safe unto the harbor.
She,
illuminated the perils,
of our storm tossed nights.
She guided us,
with stern patience.
Helped us navigate,
life's hidden shoals,
and emotional strife.
She risked it all,
treading deep into our darkest nights.
A strong yet gentle woman,
holding beacons of love and hope.
And though her lamp,
has been extinguished.
She will remain,
our lighthouse forever.
Copyright © Running Wolves | Year Posted 2021
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