Monday 24th October
Walking along the harbour front
Grey, dark clouds threaten overhead.
Coats pulled tightly with faces pinched
The heavy rain puddles where we tread.
“Don’t moan: we need water to survive”
So many times, you would have said.
Arriving home, completely sopping wet
You’d strip off, dive under the bedspread.
But now you’re there, behind the clouds
Wishing you were here with us, instead.
Sweetheart Angel son
Flying high beyond the rainbows
Love you forever
xxxxxx
The Stennack River turning the waves brown with run-off from the fields
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Such a sweet post❤️
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Beautiful post, keep honoring your son’s memory. These posts help so many people cope with the pain of losing loved ones.
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Thank you so much for your caring and supportive words.
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I nominated you for The Black Cat Blue Sea Award. You don’t have to participate. I appreciate your support and kind words, even though we haven’t followed each other that long.
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Reblogged this on KCJones.
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Thank you for a great (and popular) blog
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One of your best works. You say so much as always.
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