Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Cormac
Yesterday my first born son, Cormac, left this world just hours after telling me that he loved me, and I him, in a beautiful goodbye. You will live inside of me, my boy, until we meet again.
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