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Lorenzo Michael Teupell December 17, 1985 - December 6, 2005 For the last three hundred sixty five days we wake every morning only to realize you're not there. Some days when we think we can't take the pain any more and we feel like falling, a breeze comes along and picks us up. And so as the evening aproaches we look up to the sky to see your shining star, as it blinks back at us, as if to say you'll be ok because I am. So when we lay our heads to rest we dream of your face, your smile and we pray we'll meet you on the other side. We know you're watching over us. Hijo for every tear that falls that is how how much you are missed and loved. Keep your star shining bright so that we may never have to say goodbye. Love and miss you and grandpa Albert very much. Hugs and kisses from Daddy, Grandma Emily Teupell, Nina Shan, your cousins, Uncles, Auntie, sisters, and your brother.
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