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.