I can't believe it's 18 years today since you were taken from me. I still remember your infectious giggle. I miss your baking at Christmas. Nobody makes mince pies the way you did. I have no idea where you got the recipe for them. I wish I did. I will never forget you. You and dad gave me the best childhood I could ever have wished for,

I wrote this poem as a tribute to you, mum. It really doesn't pay To take life for granted every day Because it can all be taken away In the blink of an eye. Life seems to just drift along Like a never ending song Until someone dear to you is gone In the blink of an eye. Time heals all wounds, they say The pain will lessen every day When someone you love is taken away In the blink of an eye. As time passes, less often you will cry The pain dulls to a heavy sigh As the years fly by In the blink of an ee. Life goes on day by day Until one day you wake up and say "The years have flown away" In the blink of an eye. Mum, I don't know how to say I think about you every day I van't believe how the years have flown away In the blink of an eye.

Mum, I'm thinking of you today. It's my birthday and you should be here to celebrate it with me. You passed away far too young. I miss you. I love you. I will never forget you.

To my mum-in-law, I am very sad that I never had the pleasure of meeting you. You were taken at a young age and should have had many more years. You raised an amazing and loving son, Dave, whom I love with all my heart and we are so happy together. We married on May 20, 2005, and I know you and his Dad, John, were there. We sometimes sense you are both around and it is very comforting to know that you are here in spirit. I have heard a lot of stories about you and Dave tells me that you and I would have got along and he wouldn't have a chance to get a word in! :-) I know you know how much I truly love your son and we are really soul-mates. (I think you had a hand in helping him decide to move over here for us to be together. For that, thank you.) I know you are in heaven with his Dad and our 9 'embabies' that never made it and with the furry family, Smokey, (the kitty cat from Dave's childhood whom was around nearly 20 years), and Boo-Boo, (mine and Dave's 'little girl' kitty cat). Until we meet, may you always RIP. Love, Christine

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.