Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us every day,
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
Still loved, still missed and very dear.
T-J
29th January 2018
Fond memories of my aunt Margaret, she always had time for me. Now in a better place.
Andrew
19th January 2018
do not stand at my grave weep i am not there i do not sleep i am thousand winds that blow i am the diamond that glints on snow i am sunlight on ripen grain i am the gentle autumn rain
linda
19th January 2018