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This Page is Was done in Honor of Dad.Some words are empty in every langaue unable to transmit the true feeling or or depth of our world.No words will ever describe the inpact of either of my parnets apon my life.The deep feeling of the viod left behind by one who has passed over,this is my feable atempt to honor this mountain of a man,who didnt speak much.
Openly I admit to being the Black sheep of his legacy.My life has lead me down many roads,many some would call dark alleys.For years I searched for myself,for years I failed to concieve that we are One.Though my Father and Mother were mirrors before me,I did not see a reflection of myself in them.
True to the Black Dutch(Gypsy)nature.I looked every where for myself,Only to find all roads lead to one.And all are a part of God,each reflecting a side of the creator,regardless of who you call Him,be it Jehova,Christ,Buddha,ect.
Our loved ones are still with us in many ways,perhaps more than we will know while on earth.As long as decendents of my for-fathers live,within them,will live also our For-fathers and Mothers.In keeping with The teachings of Zen,There is no death.Only reflections of the Origanal Face.
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