The loss of a friend...

A have just found out that some friends of mine lost their beautiful daughter louise to a drugs related accident and Vicky her Mum was sent this beautiful poem that I wanted to share with you all.....hold on tight to those you love :
by Taos Pueblo
Hold on to what is goodeven if it is a handful of earth,Hold on to what you believeeven if it is a tree which stands by itself,Hold on to what you must doeven if it is a long way from here,Hold on to my handeven when I have gone away from you.

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