At the foot of your grave I feel you. The blow of the wind lest me know that you are ok. The Brussels of the flowers lets me know that you will always be here with us. It lets me know that you are still here. There were so many things that I never got to say, and I regret not seeing you as much. But all I can do is love you, love the man that you were, and love all the things that you accomplished in your life time. and I pray that your life after death is paradise, and when I get there to be with you, then PaPa it will be Heaven.
