He is not gone completely gone, still alive in my thoughtsAnd reminders arise in unexpected places
The red, white and blue of a flag in flight
Makes me stop and recall, his courage, his strength
And when I hear that anthem, familiar notes bodly played
I stop and remember, proud of what he did, proud of who he was
****** written by Linnea Langusch (this is only part of her awesomely written poem)
I thought of him today as we walked through the park and read memorials.
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