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Mar 2018
We all grieve differently.
Your mom a little bit more.
For, we all loved you just like you loved us.

But then you called earlier by God above.
Years pass but not the memories.
Which comes back quickly when we think of you.

Tears flow silently down a few faces.
Others cry out loudly with there hurt.
But one thing many are quick to announce and that they knew you were raised in the church.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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