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Zachary was born in England, In 1989 in a old hospital on a cold Autumn Day He died in a old two story house in Independence, Iowa, After England in 1990, he was a few months old , we went to Downey, Ca to live with his grandparents, Walter and Irene Pacheco. We stayed there for 5 months, until his dad's other kids caused trouble and we left for Iowa, which i curse the day I ever went there. It wasn't till 2 years later I had your one and only brother, Stuart. You graced this earth 31 years, sadly you chose to leave it too soon, you had so much more to give and share, you just wasn't with the right person. in life we make choices, in death we are at peace and death is only the beginning,

  

 Wordsworth's "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower? I We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind In the primal sympathy Which, having been, must ever be. In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. And O ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, Think not of any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love ihe brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Tis lovely yet; The clouds that gaiher round the setting sun That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality! Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often He too deep for tears.

 

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