Aunt Claudia Hyland

"A Never Fading Light"

A gentle soul who faced each daunting fight,
Through trials deep, she stood with steadfast grace,
Her heart a beacon in life’s endless race,
In every shadow, she brought forth her light.

In the halls at work, she built her lasting name,
Where work and love entwined, a cherished blend,
With Craig, she found that one true friend.
Their paths together, never quite the same.

Each mountain road they traveled, hand in hand,
Through deserts vast, and lakes where trout would gleam,
Their love, a tapestry of joy and dream,
In nature’s peace, their bond would firmly stand.

Now as she rests, her spirit takes its flight,
In hearts she lives, a never-fading light. ---

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