Wednesday 9th March
Fly high my Angel
Fly high little man.
Look down from above,
Smiling if you can.
I search for you,
Looking up to the sky.
I imagine I see you,
Soaring on high.
Among the clouds,
Billowing and white,
I watch out for signs,
As you take flight.
So, fly high little man,
Now you’re pain-free.
Fly with the Angels,
Where all is carefree.
Love you forever.
Forget you never.
xxxxxxx
Very windy afternoon at the beach
Another view of the beach today
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Hugs! ❤
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Hugs back to you, Bushka.
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wow gorgeous views of the beach, sad words! hugs
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The beach is just down the hill from where we live.
It was really wild this afternoon.
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So beautiful!
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It is a super place to live.
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It must be! xx
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*cyberhug*!
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Thank you.
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So sorry for your pain. The words you weave were touching and inspiring in times like these.
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Thank you so much for your kind thoughts.
Appreciated.
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