To the one who left us on this day:
The world misses you dearly, Geo, even if they don't truly know it yet.
The sky cries for the music that used to fill it.
Your guitar gently weeps for the one who was always there to play it.
Your Sweet Lord mourns, for they have received you too soon, too soon.
The Earth rejoices, for finally what had originally been hers is returned to her once again.
Hare Krishna.
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