SightSinging

By SightSinging

Sweet perfume

Today as we travelled through the gloom on the Desert Road, we had word that my dearest uncle had died in his 97th year. He was a man especially loved and loving husband, father and grandfather . A loving and kindly generous man of dignity and honour and duty cheerfully served all his days. What sweeter perfume could a memory hold?

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