At Lenny's funeral I saw a graveyard full of little babies. It was a very sad time and for years the grief tore into my very soul...the storm turned to rain and through the dark heavy clouds appeared a rainbow. Coming through that grief in the strangest way I felt a gratitude, that is hard for anyone to understand. Lenny Storm was not to be but from that muddy fog grew in me a rose. Lenny is the essence in the gentle breeze that kisses my cheek, he is the rainbow after the rain. I held my pain lovingly and became grateful for all that it taught me, every tear shed watered a beautiful flower in my heart and I allowed that flower to grow.
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