Sunday 23rd October
That you’re not here is just not right
You had so much more to give
The evening when your soul took flight
Thought you had more years to live.
I know you’ve found the perfect peace
Now in heaven upon clouds you lay
And from your pain you have release
But I miss you so every single day.
My brave little soldier
Love you forever
Never becoming older
Angel son forever.
xxxxxx
Half term holidaymakers, surfers and families on Porthmeor Beach
Grey skies over the harbour; rain is not far away
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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No, it isn’t right. Won’t be right. I wish we didn’t have to bear this burden.
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But bear it we do, because we have to; we have to be strong; we have to honour the memory of our loved ones; we have to keep them alive in our hearts.
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Beautiful poem in honor of your son.
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Thank you so much.
Most kind.
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You’re welcome
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I am sorry for your loss. This particular part of being human is the hardest to bare.
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Thank you for caring.
Very much appreciated and most kind of you.
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The ‘never becoming older’ is so poignant
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Thank you for your comment.
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I know this pain…can connect with you…
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Thank you.
Take care.
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