Monday 22nd June

I came across the poem Butterfly Kisses and loved the words.

When we went to your graveside today, it was gently raining down, covering the flowers with sparkling droplets of water. We spoke with you for a while, despite becoming wet: I would like to think the raindrops on our faces were your butterfly kisses.

Of course we’d love to have the real thing, to have you back, to hold, to kiss, to cuddle. You really were very tactile, and genuinely loved to be loved. How we miss you. We break our hearts every single day because you are no longer around.

Sending lots of butterfly kisses to you, my darling Angel son in heaven xxxxx