Its been the longest winter, others are saying this. The beach is deserted even the seals found someplace warm. Seaside towns are like dooms day. Armageddon could visit and many wouldn't notice. moneys gets tighter, people look worn out by weather ,worry, woke attitude, wasted money spent by MPs.
Yet here l sit, year on from the saddest day. Death of Matthew, all the year its been a new experience , summer came, new events, Malta trip Christmas day, a New year all without you son. Talk often to you when see a sparrow hawk fly, kestrel fluttering, honey buzzard sat observing a kill in the fields. Again we talk. thank you for all you taught myself, ask again forgiveness for mistakes l feel made. Would loved to have pushed you for longer on walks, stayed more time when we watched a movie.
Ended the magazines you received, listened to your CDs, still watch your programme about 'Big Foot' hunt.
Linda,(my friend), talked yesterday about `Black Cat pumas` near her home, listened, saw you listening too desperate to take the phone and interrupt the conversation. The dead are present hear others say, its true. That `big cat` conversation glanced across the empty room, You were there as we both listened intently.
The `BIG FOOT ` search. Well you go off now Matty, "I`ll tell you more....When l get there".
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