Never blur


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


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.

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