When at last before my ghostly shipmates I stand
I shed a small tear for my home upon land
Though their eyes speak of depths filled with struggle and strife
Their smiles below say I don't owe them my life
As the souls of the dead fill the space of my eyes
And my boat listed over and tried to capsize
I'm this far from drowning, this far from the sea
I remember the living, do they think of me?
I wish to thank everyone who was so kind on the support thread yesterday. I was really going through it, and your kind words really helped get me through the worst day. My wife is home from her holiday now, and she can properly support me through my grief. I think I'll be okay. I'll miss my friend forever, but each day will be a step forward.
With love and appreciation,
Okamakama.
"Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me." - Psalm 23:4
"To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted." - Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
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Plus right now he is probably having a lot of fun