It’s a year and one day since you died. At times, I feel your presence. I listen to your music every day. I miss you.
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R.I.Pete
It’s a year and one day since you died. At times, I feel your presence. I listen to your music every day. I miss you.
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I read your stuff. The ripples go out. Today, for instance, you made me want to call my brother and spend time with him. Just hearing about how much you love someone on a late morning when I’m stressing out over getting moving for work and getting the dogs out, well, you’ve helped me reset and see the reality that lies before me. Thanks for the words. Please keep it up. Peace.