CATH

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 Four years ago today our Heavenly Father held your hand and said, “Come to me.”

I know you are really there, but we cannot see.


The spirit world has a different communication link
From what we understand here on Earth.
They can sometimes interact with and influence electrical objects
For what they are worth.


We miss our trips to meet you in town,
Phoning you at night in my nightgown.


I miss all the trips abroad,
And the events of my daily record.


You have met up with Fiona, I clearly know,
Because on Earth you loved her so.


I try to think about the good times, and the memories that we made,
And the drinks at Aileys that were top grade.


We send our love until we meet again on the resurrection day,
United together forever, in every special way.


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