This is a poem they read at my moms memorial after her death do you think it fit.
As I walk on Heaven's Golden Street
I look down to see you staring out in space.
- The day will come when we can be together again.
I know you think of me and I think of you.
You can't see me, but I can see you.
The only way you can see me is in your heart,
your thoughts, your dreams, and prayers.
So be careful and take care, have faith in yourself at what you do.
-Nikita Shylo Benfer,
2007-10-16
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