No ‘other side’

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Tuesday 26th January

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There is surely no ‘other side’

Where, away from fear, you glide

With head held high, you stride

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But there are times when I’ve cried

Though all the tears may have dried

I’m grateful that you’re my guide

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Thinking of you

Missing you

Remembering you

Loving you

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Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

Cloudy, grey, misty, drizzly, rainy all day

5 responses »

    • I think when I began to write, I was imaging the other side of grief, finding my way through… But not being able to get there, so to speak.

      I do believe my son is both with me in spirit, and existing some place else. An Angel, a celestial being; out there, somewhere… If that makes sense 😊

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      • Oh I understand now. I swear lately I’m not comprehending what I read. The other day I read someone was “MIA” but they typed it “Mia” and the whole time I thought that was the person’s name 😂😂.
        But I agree, I don’t think there’s an other side of grief, as though we walk through a door and leave it on the other side, there’s just getting through until the real other side when you reunite.

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