Thursday, September 11, 2008

Memory, Memory, Memory

Remembrance is a golden chain
Death tries to break, but all in vain.
To have, to love, and then to part
Is the greatest sorrow of one's heart.
The years may wipe out many things

But some they wipe out never.
Like memories of those happy times
When we were all together.
- Author Unknown

Missing you very much today, my friend.