how do l feel now?
gutted a young lads older brother has been killed in the afganisten conflict,
lost and empty
my words and attempts to console appear less then appropite.
only the day before this 12 year old lad was telling us on a cliff top ramble how he could not wait for his brother to be home.
the first funeral of a young person l attended this preist sang this peice of music and never found it again but the words are still in my headjukebox now
my love will be with you to the ends of this earth
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