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Dear Brady's Diary

To my splendor in the grass

April 14th 2011 11:39 am
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What though the radiance which was was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Thought nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy, which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

My sweet brown-eyed boy, I've yet to find strength in my grief. I just find an emptiness from missing you.
I love you always and forever, and ever.


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