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Smudge Pot,

I am so sorry for your loss. I want to share with you the last verse of Kahlil Gibran from his book The Prophet in the chapter "On Death".

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

I hope you and your family find peace in knowing that your father has gone ahead in his journey. Cherish the memories that will come rushing back to you at times when you least expect it. Thank you for posting the update. You will be in my prayers. (((hugs)))

~Your perception becomes your reality~