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I lie in bed, as I have for the past two days. Ever since the news arrived. Sleep brings nothing but nightmares, and reality offers no refuge. I lie in bed, semi-concious.
I was standing in the rain hoping my time would come, hoping this would be over. The rain was burning the bare skin on my shoulders and arms. This was it, the burning was getting worse.
This is dedicated to Mrs Carolyn Wright, who died suddenly on the morning of April 4th 2012, and her family. Her husband Ian, daughters Alyson & Hannah, and her sons Peter & David.
(Be prepared, this is pretty long) 'Mary had a little lamb, little lamb...' God, he was such a sap. Reciting a kiddy's nursery rhyme in his head. Grow up.
When I was young, my family used to visit my cousin’s house quite regularly.
We could see all of the children, their happy smiling faces. They were so brave, mother had huddled us togther before we left she told us "don't look behind, your future is right before your eyes.
There once was a woman,she had three girls and one little boy. One year pneumonia struck the town. It killed her husband and children all except her little boy.