Friday 22nd February
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I’m keeping your memory alive
I want your character to survive
Your life I just couldn’t revive
In my dreams, to you, I’ll high five
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I love you sweetie
Miss you so much
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Still many people about today, in a chilly southerly wind
Even sitting down on the cold, damp sand
Low tide
Sand castle digging
The Parish Church
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
When I’m reflecting on those in my life who’ve gone ahead, I often talk about re-membering, that in our narrative we place them in our midst, so that in the constant telling of their lives they are always with me.
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Thank you.
What a lovely way to put it.
“placing them in our midst”
So very true.
x 👼🏻 x
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