It was Adrian’s birthday on the 8th February and I wrote a poem in memory of the day: My dearest Adrian, Happy Birthday, Wherever you may be, I can’t help myself from looking Your handsome face I hope to see. Whilst in my mind I know you’ve left us, Inside my heart won’t let you go,
Adrian’s message to his son Welcome to the world dear Drey So sorry I’m not there, It is as if we both were cheated Of the things that we might share. I did not choose to leave you It was a cruel hand of fate How sad for you my baby To have a father who
For my son Ryan, who collapsed and died at home on Monday 7th July. He was 24, and had graduated from University. He’d just returned from New Zealand where he was a Cricket Coach teaching High School children and was about to go back in October for another 6 months. He was also due to become
Adrian’s Poem. My handsome fine young son will breathe no more, A cruel hand of fate has stolen away the Adrian I adore. No more to hear his laughter or his pain, And from now on my life’s just not the same. The family bond we always knew we had, Is bereft of one, and we
Coach Dominic (by Daddy aged 43) Forty five minutes a week for 11 weeks is all we knew Coach Dominic for, less than a day, but in that time I met a ‘young man’ that Brian Clough would have been proud to know. He was fantastic with the little people and they all responded to him.
Coach Dominic (by Ellis aged 2) We met Coach Dominic at the beginning of October just after my 2nd Birthday. I loved kicking and Daddy took me to little Kickers on a Saturday in Chigwell, just me and him… well, me him and some other boys and girls, all little like me and coach Dominic. Coach
CRY When a cherished one leaves overwhelming the grief Don’t want to know or even believe When a loved one dies you sit and CRY Asking yourself the question why? There smile forever a memory shared There voice still prominent as if just herd The tears of sadness fall down my cheek Desperate to talk, and hear
Nature’s Angel Hear my whisper in the breeze When the wind blows through the trees Feel my touch in the air And know that I am always there Hear my song with the birds And listen to my every word I sing to you all day long And hope that you can hear my song Hear
Poem for Nath We’ll never be able to put into words How much we miss you Nath We miss your laughs, your jokes, your tricks, Your happy smiling face We miss what you’d have grown to be As you achieved your dreams The friendship and the love we’d share How proud we would have been Now
Our Kasia Our darling daughter is now not here, And every day we shed a tear, Hoping and praying that she is near, Most of our days are so hard to bear, Knowing that she is now not there. We miss her laughter, fun and singing, And all the joy she would be bringing, I hear
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