Monday 4th February
.
Life goes on
And no one knows
The real you
Hidden in shadows
.
Somehow you can
Survive this pain
Understanding though
Life’s not the same
.
You’re not here
But you were
Those memories
Will never blur
.
Love you poppet
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx
And remembering my father Hank on his 87th birthday. (4th February 1932 – 5th October 2009)
We were in Purgatory, near Durango, Co, in March 1979. And yes, we were skiing in skimpy shorts and vest tops ⛷️😁⛷️
Those memories will never blur.