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Unfinished Business

No matter who we are how well we've prepared it seems there's always some unfinished business when it's time to go. And when we go we leave our physical remains, body and stuff all accumulated in a lifetime, but we leave deeper traces too, our face or sayings or gestures burned into the memory of those we knew especially of those we loved. But eventually our time does come; slowly, suddenly what difference does it make when we are gone? Today I miss you bro', but whisper to you, "Go in peace, go with God" a most gentle breeze to speed your way. (for Rodney - 11/25/21)

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