Sunset and evening star and one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, when I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, too full for sound and foam, when that which drew from out the boundless deep turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, when I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of time and place the flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face when I have crossed the bar. ~Alfred Tennyson~

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  1. Dear Aunt Rose Marie,

    I am so sad about Uncle Paul and for you; the loves of your lives…. The memorial pictures are sweet and I remember so many of them. I love the ones of the two of you and of him in the shop. It was great fun to go out to the garage with him where he loved to spend his time “tinkering.”

    As will you and all your friends, I will miss his warmth, humor, stories, and most of all, his love. I’m booking a flight to see you in early March! (I’ll call you first).

    With much love,

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