Sunday 26th July
out of my
What an excellent metaphor.
This does happen to me quite a lot.
I think of you, remember something about you, I see a picture, or hear a sound that reminds me of you, and tears stream down my face. I can’t stop them. You meant so much.
For thirty years we had such fun together: we saw the world, watched you as you grew up, tried to look after you, and gave you everything we could. Even though you had Asperger’s, you were always enjoying life to the full. All sorts of experiences, encounters and adventures. And in return, you could be so loving, caring and thoughtful. You had a great sense of humour, a terrific knowledge of trivia and strong sense of justice.
You are always so close to me, and yet now so far away.
We just miss you so very much.
Love you forever.
My Angel xxxx