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I wish I could have told you all that I wanted to, I wish we could have done all that we planned to do, Our future was planned our whole lives together, Then it was snatched from our hands and blown...
It's ticking, Make it stop, How is time still going on. How does the world keep on spinning now that she is gone. She was my child, my life, my friend This isn't a break that a plaster can mend.
An old man walked long, Followed a road his son walked, before him. A lonely, desolate road, lined with dead trees, old oak, hawthorn.
You are in my thoughts Always and forever in my heart There's an empty feeling of loss that will never depart But the love is still there There to let you know I still care I wonder what life would...
We miss you more. Each passing year. Twenty four now gone. Without you hear. Taken from us. Just eights months new. No life lived. So sad but true. Your present this year. Like each one before.
Every first of every twelfth. We brave the Chelmsford cold. I'd like to say we toast your health. But we can't, if truth be told. It's a day like any other. But it's spent among the graves.
I could hardly feel the cigarette end between my fingers. Only a slight warmth from the faint shimmering glow as the smoke stroked my fingers before fading into the sterilized white light.
Tears fill my eyes and overflow. When I think about you my heart still sinks. Remembering that moment when I didnt want you to go. We became a family with you reinforcing our link.
The dancing ocean waves hum in lamentable strains Of broken octaves, crisp but faint; brushing my bare soles Resting upon the awaiting quiet shore, as if to take grief Back to the abyss, where it...
It should have been a time for fun. But now despair has begun. A family holiday should be fab. Not one that's tragic and sad. Standing upon the jetty. Sounds harmless and petty.
Softly strumming music. A quiet soothing lullaby. The violin plays to the babe lying in the cradle. Encapsulating the adoration of life and memories contained in the new photos placed around the room.
Jane (mother) I love him so much. Letting go of something that your love is so incredibly strong for is the hardest thing I have ever had to do.