I know you wonder from that place you stand,
In the far undiscovered country,
Why I mention your name so often,
In conversations, in stories, in laughter, and in hopes,
It’s because I know that a person dies twice,
Once, when their heart stops beating,
And the second time,
When someone mentions their name,
For the very last time.
bobby stevenson 2021
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