Tuesday 11th June
.
There was no choice
No preparation
Losing you
No explanation
In my grief
The lamentation
Those memories
My salvation
.
Sweet Angel son
Flying high
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Choppy seas in the harbour
No self-drive boats out today
Strong winds at Porthmeor Beach
Yes there is no choice
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None whatsoever.
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The shock of no preparation must have been the worst thing
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Thank you Derrick.
Absolutely devastating; Indescribable really.
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Sometimes, all that’s, keeping us going, after we’d, lost that certain someone, is the memories we’d, made with them, and, somehow, we find our strengths, to keep on going in this life without them by our sides…
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Memories are absolutely priceless and oh so precious.
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A grey day.
Or a Grade A?
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Aha… Love it.
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Have a laugh on me. ❤
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🙃😄🙃
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🙂
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