He sat there at the site, silently. The countdown to the final moments had begun. Just a few more steps, then it would be gone, hidden from sight. It never gets old, though repeated every time. A host of memories walked in succession through his mind. Each event a scene that built up to the whole drama of a life and a lifetime. He added the smiley moments, subtracted the regrets and totaled the actuals. I will do better next time. He walked from the burial, resolute with hope. An old thing put to rest. A new beginning just ahead.
I have written about the death of a year and the beginning of another.
There is always Rochelle.
As long as God is on the throne.
Prophet Jeremiah says “His mercies are new every morning”.
Thank you!💐💐💐
Well I thought he was saying goodbye to his old self and looking forward to the next opportunities that might be opening to him.. I like it a lot either way,,
MULLINGSPICE 
I liked the host of memories walking through
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Dear Sabina,
I like that you ended on a hopeful note.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I have written about the death of a year and the beginning of another.
There is always Rochelle.
As long as God is on the throne.
Prophet Jeremiah says “His mercies are new every morning”.
Thank you!💐💐💐
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Thank you!💐
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That too!
Thanks!💐
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I was going to say goodbye to 2018, hello to 2019 🙂
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Sounds good.
You are free to imaginatively interpret!😊😊😊
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Well I thought he was saying goodbye to his old self and looking forward to the next opportunities that might be opening to him.. I like it a lot either way,,
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Most of the times an end marks a new beginning
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Yes, but we are often so blind to it.
Thank you!💐
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Very hopeful ending.
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Thank you
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