A limb has fallen from the family tree. I keep hearing a voice that says, "grieve not for me.Remember the best times, the laughter,the song.The good life I lived while I was strong.Continue my heritage, I'm counting on you.Keep smiling and surley the sun will shine through. My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest.Remembering all, how I truely was blessed.Continue traditions, no matter how small.Go on with your life, don't worry about falls. I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin until the day comes we're together again.". Frame: Matte Black.