Sunday 15th September
.
Even though the sky overhead
Is covered in a blanket of grey
I know you’re up there somewhere
Surfing along the Milky Way
.
Missing you always
Loving you forever
Thinking of you daily
Until we’re together
.
Treasured Angel son
xxxxxx
Rock and seaweed exposed as the sea washes away the sand
Flat grey skies
Low tide in the harbour this afternoon
Grey and muggy
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
I read the line about him surfing the Milky Way, and the thought popped into my head: Can you imagine all he’s seen? And then I thought: I bet he’s planning a tour for you. As you showed him this mortal world, he’ll show you the universe when the time comes.
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Ahhhh, what a simply beautiful thought. Just perfect.
I wonder, could that actually be true? I’ll have to wait and see.
Thank you so much.
x ✨ x
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Another lovely image painted with your words
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Thank you so very much.
x
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Beautiful words.
I’m deeply touched by them.
🙏🏻😇
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Thank you so much for reading.
Most kind.
Melanie x
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You’re welcome. 😊
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I love yellow roses. Those are gorgeous photos! And your pictures make the gray sky look inviting, where most gray skies are not. Comforting to think of your sweet son up there cruising the grayness, isn’t it?
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Thank you very much.
Such lovely, tender thoughts.
Melanie x
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