It’s so hard this time of year when we celebrate your birth. I know we should be celebrating your life but it’s just so painful not having you here with us. We will never forget you baby girl, your sweet sweet face, your warm heart and your loving ways. We love you forever.
Happy Birthday baby girl, I hope the heavens are throwing you a massive birthday.
Turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under Heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracings
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late
He said: "We will be together in Heaven longer than we will be separated on earth" We love & miss you heaps xxx
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It’s so hard this time of year when we celebrate your birth. I know we should be celebrating your life but it’s just so painful not having you here with us. We will never forget you baby girl, your sweet sweet face, your warm heart and your loving ways. We love you forever.
Happy Birthday baby girl, I hope the heavens are throwing you a massive birthday.
Turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under Heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracings
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late



Soaking The Pots
I remember when Kez lived with us. We all had 'dish' duty which included washing up the pots.
Well, when it came to Kez's turn, we heard the same thing every time - I'm just going to let the pots soak a bit. It didn't matter if they really needed to be soaked or not, they got soaked anyway. And they stayed soaking until someone else took on the job of actually washing the pots!
It doesn't matter how much time passes, or that the memories are good, the pain of losing Kez remains the same. I see her face and hear her voice all the time. Heaven may be happy to have her, but I'd prefer she had been with us a lot longer.
Love you heaps, Kez ♥♥♥
Crossing the River
I remember many years ago when I was about 10 years of age and kerry was 16, we went running through this field at the back of our house in Newcastle. I was such a beautiful warm afternoon, kerry was running in front of me and we came to a stream which we had to to cross. The water was clear, but the rocks had some of that green "slime". We didnt think much of it, we both just stood there contemplating how to get across the river. After much arguing and disagreeing about how to cross the river, Kerry, being the oldest decided that the best option to cross the stream was to walk on the rocks. I stood there in anticipation, letting her go across first, so I could "watch and learn". A few seconds later a hear a screech, I look down, and see kerry sitting in the water. The green "slime" had got the better of her. My laughter and chuckles on the way home did not amuse her:)