Thursday 28th January
.
The unremarkable
The ordinariness
The routine
The normal
.
Those moments of long ago
No real meaning then
But now
There’re all that’s left
.
Digging around
In my library of memories
Rooting in drawers
At the back of cupboards
.
I mustn’t forget
I won’t let go
I want to see clearly
Keep your legacy
.
You
My son
Sweetie pie
Gone far too soon
.
xxxxx
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
What a sweet remembrance!
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Thank you very much indeed.
x
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Lovely and not unremarkable
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Most kind of you.
Many thanks.
x
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What a lovely blog. I lost a son too, coming up to 15 years ago – he was 26, suicide – I’m not sorry I knew him though – not at all. God bless you, will look more at your blog as I have time.
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Thank you for stopping by.
So sorry for the loss of your son.
Melanie x
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The unremarkable is truly the most remarkable, isn’t it? All the common things we see and do connect us to one another and are easily recollected. Love is the most remarkable!
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Thank you very much for your lovely words and kind thoughts.
Take good care.
Melanie x
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You are very welcome, Melanie. 🤗
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