Placed your wheelchair as a gift to others, looking back a tear came because that goodbye still makes me cry.
That last conversation still echoes. The unknown , place where you are now feels so very much further away. Wondered have you found a favourite place do you hear music. That smile upon your face held when the Buzzerd visited us personally, wonder stayed so long in our presence. Those nature postcards you still send me, the memories held by your young nephew of days fossil collection.
Missed Mathew David remembered every day.
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