My son..... In each re-telling there comes a little bit of healing, a little more acceptance of the reality of our loss. In each re-telling there comes another acknowledgement, of the uniqueness of the personhood of our precious missing child. In each re-telling there comes a little less uncertainty, a little more internal peace of the finality of their death. In each re-telling there comes a greater recognition, an important affirmation of the memories we hold dear. In each re-telling we seek a patient audience, who'll graciously accept our need to tell them one more time Andrew..... it's been so long but feels as if it was yesterday, Time is no healer, time takes you away from me more and more, Time does not heal, we learn to live with the pain. I will miss you forever. , i love you. mummy and Daddy xx I LIKE THIS: DONT KNOW WHO WROTE IT: mum.... mum please don't feel guilty It was just my time to go. I see you are still feeling sad, And the tears just seem to flow. We all come to earth for our lifetime, And for some it's not many years I don't want you to keep crying You are shedding so many tears. I haven't really left you Even though it may seem so. I have just gone to my heavenly home, And I'm closer to you than you know. Just believe that when you say my name I'm standing next to you, I know you long to see me, But there's nothing I can do. But I'll still send you messages And hope you understand, That when your time comes to cross over, I'll be there to take your hand.