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Stone upon stone all in a row some young and some old how do your stories go. For some, life was taking before it started leaving behind the aching arms of a mother and the broken heart of a father.
Some in the prime of life yet removed by pestilence, while others in their diseased bodies struggled to hold on reaching the age of their golden years before saying good-bye to this world.
Moreover, for others tragedy struck, leaving behind broken hearts that cannot fathom the why is of their pain and words cannot describe the emptiness that engulfed them as they began their journey of letting go and moving on.
Riverside, Oh Riverside upon your ground stands stone upon stone all in a row, I wish I knew how your stories go. For within each tomb is encased a life gone by, a story unique and true.
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Jo-Ann Marie Falace (Zsido)