Merry Christmas. / Cousin Andrea
Its Christmas time here again, the fifth one you have missed,
No turkey dinner, party time or even getting piss**,
I know your watching over us, I sense you all around,
I hate saying merry Christmas to the cold and empty ground.

I can feel your spirit always, but it’s hard when you can’t see,
I know that you’re an angel, not just upon the tree,
You add that extra twinkle to this special time of year,
So...... Merry Christmas Allan, cos I know that you can hear !!

Xx

My Mum Is A Survivor 

My Mum is a survivor, or so I've heard it said. 
But I hear her crying at night when all others are in bed. 
I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand. 
She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand. 
But like the sands on the beach that never wash away... 
I watch over my surviving mum, who thinks of me each day. 
She wears a smile for others...a smile of disguise. 
But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes. 
My mum tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive. 
But anyone who knows her knows it is her way to survive. 
As I watch over my surviving mum...through Heaven's open door. 
I try to tell her that angels protect me forever more. 
But I know that doesn't help her or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...no matter what she feels.
My surviving mum has a broken heart that time won't ever heal~! 

If you double click the link below it will take you to compassionate friends, click on to Wall of Memory and click T, Allan's name is there. Delia
www.tcfatlanta.org

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there, I did not die.

If tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me...as much as i love you,
And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready in heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as i turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If i could relive yesterday just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you, and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when i thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when i did my heart was filled with sorrow.
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
For evey time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.