Tuesday 22nd November
I speak your name
With so much pride
Even though it hurts
Deep down inside.
My voice may tremble
As I say your name
Missing you so much
Never be the same.
Although I cry
Every single night
Whisper your name
And hold you tight.
I’m trying so hard
Keeping it together
Love you my Angel
Say your name forever.
xxxxxx
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
hugs xx
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And hugs to you, Lynn.
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Thanks dear xx
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Really beautiful.
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Thank you very much.
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Reblogged this on Crazy Pasta Child.
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Thank you.
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Thank you for writing a great blog. Have a happy Thanksgiving, black Friday and Cyber Monday
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Thank you very much.
Hope you have a great holiday weekend too.
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An empty chair at the holiday table must be ever so painful and never goes away. . . . .
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The chair will always be there, and it will forever remain empty.
A constant reminder of what should be, and yet what will now, never be.
But the chair remains.
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I am sure you sharing your pain
and loss gives others in grief strength and understanding.
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Such kind and caring words.
Thank you.
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Very moving. Sending you hugs and flowers.
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Thank you very much indeed.
Most kind.
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