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Jane Lucille McIntyre

January 24, 2018

Music, When Soft Voices Die:

"Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory - Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose Leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on."

Grandma Mac! We love you for all time. Don't rest in peace - have fun like you do and remember we are always missing you. We could never forget you!

Much love, Connor, Kiefer and Jamie.

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