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Grief never ends,
But it changes,
It's a passage,
Not a place to stay.
The sense of loss,
Must give way.
If we're to value,
The Life that was lived.
Grief is not a sign of weakness,
Nor a lack of faith.
It's the price of love.
To my beloved father..
from me your daughter..