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Lisa Beaulieu

Death,
What is it?
It is certain,
but it's meaning is not clear.
Leaving the people you love.
Leaving the people you would have loved.
And for what reason?
Some divine force determined your mission was done,

your time was up.

Was it fate or hazard?
After your departure what awaits you?
An eternal afterlife of what?
Scorching in the everlasting fires of hell,
or forever floating on clouds pushed by a

never ending breeze.

or are you waiting for us in oblivion, an

nonexistant abyss of nothingness, for we
are sure to follow you to our own
unquestionable death.


Dedicated in loving
memory to
Junior 1975-1998
Lisa Beaulieu