Thursday 1st June
I have learnt to hide my pain
So you cannot hear my cries
It doesn’t hurt any less
I’m a master of disguise
You cannot see my face
With tears falling from my eyes
Waking up every morning
As I face the new sunrise
I know I won’t get him back
But my eyes still search the skies
Somewhere in the clouds he’s there
For my little Starman flies
Nothing prepares you for this
When your beloved son dies
Sleep tight Angel
xxxxxx
Boats at low tide
The lifeboat on show
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
So filled with beauty and love.
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Thank you very much.
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https://polldaddy.com/js/rating/rating.jsAt least your son is no longer in pain. In a way, you carry that pain for him. The pain you’ve carried because of his loss you carry in his place. ❤ (Trouble w/ your website today. My apologies. Must be my browser.)
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Thank you.
And yes, I suppose I still do carry my son’s pain for him ~ the awful pain of his loss.
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https://polldaddy.com/js/rating/rating.jsso very sad-I just can not even bear to imagine. xx
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Thank you for your kind thoughts.
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