You're not dead , but just as the sun went down. We do not mourn over one that is dead , but how about one that remains hidden form us. Not among the dead, we are looking for you, but among the blessed of Heaven. To commemorate and love your niece saskia wacker

Somewhere blooms the flower of farewell and continually spread pollen, which we breathe, over; even in next wind we breathe farewell. in silent memory I'll miss you

Somewhere blooms the flower of farewell and continually spread pollen, which we breathe, over; even in next wind we breathe farewell. in silent memory I'll miss you