We searched through the desert
for a welcoming sign
But the truth was a grave marker
—our fate so inclined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Good Morning!
Reading āCrashing The Gateā, and all I can think of is todayās visit to the cemetery. Iāll be standing by my parentsā āgrave markerā and be reminded of the day my Momās casket was lowered into the ground...November 9th.
That date rang a bell...and I remembered that was the day a year ago when your Colby took his last breath! So not only do I think of my Mom, but I also think of Colby! Three more trees have been planted!
~Laura~
Very touching. Thanks Laura!
My pleasure...as always!š¤
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