How can 30 years have passed, the day still so fresh in my mind. What are words they are never enough, but know I will love you till my dying day. Till we meet again mum xxxx
Deborah
18th October 2015
Mum, we miss you so very much
On every given Day;
The pain is still there
Since you went away.
You were the center of our lives
Before your soul passed on;
It’s just so hard for us to believe
That you are really gone.
But we celebrate the life you lived
And all the things you gave us;
Our wonderful memories, Mum, of you
Are the things that will comfort and save us.
Please think of us, as we think of you
With hearts so full of love;
We’re looking up at you, sweet Mum,
As you look at us from above.
Deborah
18th October 2012
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland