Sunday 25th February
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Tripping over brambles and undergrowth
Blindly stumbling in the dark
Squelching through treacly mud
Grief certainly isn’t a walk in the park
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You had so much to give and share
You filled our lives with plenty of joy
And now that you are no longer here
We love from afar, dear Angel boy
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Our broken hearts continue to beat
But each pulse send a piercing shard
Of the most intensely, crushing pain
Living with the pieces is so very hard
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Missing you sweetheart
Love you forever
xxxxxx
Becoming colder in St. Ives
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
the yellow color gave a unique meaning in your post,,,,enjoyable!!!
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Thank you so much.
The primroses are looking vibrant at the moment.
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They say it gets easier, but it doesn’t really, does it?
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No, it really doesn’t get any easier at all.
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Reblogged this on https://bythemightymumford.wordpress.com/2018/02/25/so-very-hard/ and commented:
WE HEAR … AND EMPATHIZE!
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Thank you very much.
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You are very welcome! Suffering is hard-being all by one’s self is harder yet! Thank you for sharing the burden!
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Thank you for your caring thoughts.
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Ik denk dat er niets moeilijker is in het leven.
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Nee, er is niets ergers dan verdict.
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💓
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Yes so very hard
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Very nice … always stated so beautifully.
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Thank you.
Most kind.
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You’re welcome Melanie.
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x 😊 x
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Such gorgeous photos, hugs!
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Thank you so much Lynn.
Hugs back to you.
xx
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Thank you.
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