Wednesday 19th September
.
You have wings
I wish you didn’t
.
I tried to save you
But I couldn’t
.
You went to heaven
I wish you hadn’t
.
Stop talking about you?
I just wouldn’t
.
Stop loving you?
I promise I won’t
.
Dearest darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Porthmeor surf
Grey skies
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
I expect it is pretty windy now. I hope it is exhilerating, rather than destructive.
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Yes, it’s been blowing a hoolie some days, but still quite warm though, considering.
And it’s also good for blowing away the cobwebs.
x
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You would rather have him with you but sadly isn’t the case
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You’re right; I really do wish Frank was still with us.
x 👼🏻 x
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I believe that wings represent our spirits gliding us into the realms of dreams, prophecy, the past, the future and other mysteries. Such a spiritual share!
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Thank you so much for your lovely words.
Most kind of you.
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I hope no one has asked you to stop talking about your precious angel. You’ve given so many permission to grieve for as long as it takes. What a priceless gift. God bless you.
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Oh my…. Such wonderful words. Thank you.
I do wonder sometimes, whether anyone is bored, or tired of reading about my son, over and over again.
However, I think I have so much still to say, and I’ll never stop missing Frank.
x 👼🏻 x
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