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
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
So very nice
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Very many thanks.
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When you say there is no other side, do you mean he is still here and present in spirit rather than another dimension (for lack of a better word, sorry)?
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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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