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| Life is a pilgrimage, and the last bridge inexorably leads home. Those who have crossed never to return, only go to await us. Sometimes a gentle breeze stirs the trees in our world, and familiar voices fill our ears. None is gone who is remembered with love and suspended embrace. |
| Our deepest sympathy for your loss, |
| Jack and Joanne Webster |
| Suspended Embrace |