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Saturday 31st October

How are you?
How’s things?
How’re you doing?

I’m ok
(I’m broken)

Doing fine.
(Forlorn. Inconsolable. Nightmare. Empty.)

So, so.
(No, no)

Such lies we tell, in order not to reveal the true feelings within our hearts.

For if we do, in that small moment, our composure may crumble.

A solitary tear may well up, then slowly make it’s way down the cheek.

Only to be followed by thousands more, and then the unstoppable sobs.

The asker of the question thus is at a loss as to what to do.

A hug would be good, at this point in time; a caring, silent hug.

To know that someone cares, is willing to hold you, and wipe away tears.

So, bypass that question, for the moment, if you don’t mind.

Love you, baby.
Angel son.
Forever young.

xxxxx

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The Parish Church. Autumn sunshine.

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  1. I have been following your journey Mel every step of the way from the other side of the world. You and your precious family are always in my thoughts and prayers. You are never, ever forgotten.

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  2. I imagine we become masters at hiding our true emotions when this kind of grief stays with us…time only distances the space between now and the moment of loss, it doesn’t heal these wounds…your words are so moving and though I am not a parent I am a son and I know what love feels like – you love the one you loss with every fibre of your being and it shows and from what I have read on your blog, he knew it, every day…God bless you…

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