You are five years and two days gone. The day before your funeral I paid for an overpriced flight, came home from the England to you – laid out in the sitting room. White polo jumper and navy pinafore.I kissed your forehead and touched your hair.
We tried to get you a basket coffin. But I didn’t preserve. I tried to pick your memorial card, but I didn’t.. Five years later I still miss you and I still haven’t done a card for you.
I hope that this love I feel is the fire in my belly.
You are my True grit and determination from now on.