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The Next PlaceThe next place that I go won't really be a place at all. There won't be any seasons-winter, summer, spring or fall, nor a Monday, nor a Friday nor a December, nor July. And the seconds will be standing still... while hours hurry by. I will not be a boy, or girl, a woman or a man, I'll simply be just simply me no worse or better than. My skin will not be dark or light. I won't be fat or tall. The body I once lived in won't be part of me at all. I will finally be perfect. I will be without a flaw. I will never make one more mistake or break the smallest law. And the me that was impatient, or was angry, or unkind, will simply be a memory. The me I left behind. I will travel empty-handed. There is not a single thing I have collected in my life that I would ever want to bring except... the love of those who loved me and the warmth of those who cared. The happiness and memories and magic that we shared. Though I will know the joy of solitude... I'll never be alone. I'll be embraced by all the family and friends I've ever known. Although I might not see their faces, all our hearts will beat as one, and the circle of our spirits will shine brighter than the sun. I will cherish all the friendship I was fortunate to find all the love and the laughter in the place I leave behind. All these good things will go with me. They will make my spirit glow. And that light will shine forever in the next place that I go. Warren HansonIn Loving Memory of my dad Leonard Ruiz March 4, 1995Miss you more than ever-Donna Gomez
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