5th July 2025

Year after year, memories fade, but past lives should not be forgotten, list our own will lessen.

Joe, long past and its memory, epithets and wit is now part of the living's memory and a part that make the whole.
Let's keep the flame on, until one can and be glad of carrying the burden.

Gone, but not forgotten.



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