Broken


Why are we left so broken? Each day there is something that will make me stop and think of George, it maybe just a feather on the ground, a snowdrop blossoming or a baby crying. Will this pain of his loss ever go away or am I going to spend wishing he was in our loving arms.

Missing you my baby boy xx


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