“… The final song of the night was Oleta Adams’, “Many Rivers To Cross.”
Many Rivers to Cross, but I can’t seem to find my way over wondering why I’m lost as I travel along white cliffs of Dover.
The words of “Many Rivers to Cross” continuously played in my head all night. As I looked around, the pictures we all had just taken seem to come to life. For all in attendance, tomorrow had some how stolen today. Missing loved ones. Missing their hugs and kisses, missing their touch. Missing loved ones with many rivers in between and many rivers to cross to be reconnected. If connected. Some will. Some won’t. Perfume mixed, becoming one big scent of sadness mixed with tears and sweat dominating the air.”
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