Our friend Billy passed away peacefully last night at 12:30 am. Billy had a lot of friends. That's all I need to say about Billy. He will be missed.
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!
Goodbye Billy...you will be missed...
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4 comments:
I love that refrain- my Bill too is missed daily . I just made a pot of flowers for Memorial Day
I'm sorry for your loss Michelle. The song you posted, that was one of my mom's favorite songs. Stay strong girlfriend!
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
Sandy...thank you...you don't have a blog? Feel free to hang out here and visit my fellow bloggers...we are a fun group. I always appreciate the honest feedback on my poetry.
CP...I think we'd all love to hear more about your mom on your blog. I know it is private but I get the impression that she was pretty amazing and would love to know her better through your eyes.
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