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Originally Posted by mez
mine was today ..i was at a memorial service for young people who had passed away who had been treated in the young oncology unit of christys hospital, tributes that the families had written were being read out by the chaplin of christys ..we had a brief stop to think & yes wipe away the tears.. i closed my eyes & up popped our dan flying past on a skate board ..i looked upwards & and mummered with a smile ya monkey i felt a lot better after knowing he was there. i was also humbled to see just how many people were there & how many new friends we have made , we all said see ya next year same place same table am looking forward to that.
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Oh Mez hun.
There's not a lot you can add to that.
It's so hard, when it's children.
Must have been very tough, though I'm glad you said it made you feel better, being there today.
One day, or a hundred years, doesn't really matter how long we're here.
It's how precious that time was, and how much love we inspired, not how long a time.
It's easy sometimes, being Mother Hen. Always worrying about, and doing, and seeing, to others' needs.
Make sure you save some of all that giving, for yourself hun. x