Here lies Frederick, former beloved plant. I have washed the vase he once lived in. He is gone.
To quote the wonderful, inimitable James Taylor:
Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself
Don’t turn your head back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees
If I had stopped to listen once or twice
If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes
If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart
I’d not be on this road tonight
Carry on
Never mind feeling sorry for yourself
It doesn’t save you from your troubled mind
Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself
Don’t turn your head back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees
Frederick, you were loved.
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