where I do not speak of ... the pull back on much ...my Mum saying I sounded like Dad, in my beliefs so sorely tested ... the tart in the sweet ... the grunts in Kernow. The smiles in the lighter side,
The white feathers, enlightenment. The out of thin air things appearing. The definitive shadow of a late hubby, in a photo on the day of the funeral of a father husband and son ... and. the so much to encapsulate it all.
Mum and her twin ... all with the similar experiences of our respective deceased husbands being with us, thoughtful and playful in daily life ...
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