You cast your line into still waters,
patient and peaceful, just as you lived.
With every sunrise by the lake,
you found joy in the silence,
and meaning in the waiting.
The tug on the line,
the thrill of the catch—
those were the moments you lived for,
simple and true, just like your heart.
Now the waters are calm,
the rods are resting,
but your spirit lives on
in every ripple,
in every dawn over the lake,
in every story shared on the bank.
May you find eternal peace
where the fish are always biting,
and the skies forever clear.
Tight lines forever,
Gone, but never forgotten.
Pete&Toni
29/08/2025
