It’s here again upon us, the eve of the date that I detest, Every year I hope that it will get easier, that it won’t sit so high upon my chest. But it starts a
It’s here again upon us, the eve of the date that I detest,
Every year I hope that it will get easier, that it won’t sit so high upon my chest.
But it starts a ticking clock a few weeks ahead of time,
In this mixed up, swirly world that’s known as this confused head of mine.
I sit and watch the clock as the minutes tick on by,
As once again I question, why was it us? Will I ever actually know why?
The tears they keep on flowing as we can’t stop this slow descent,
Into a mist of awful fogginess, wondering if we’ll ever genuinely be quite content.
There’s a piece of us always missing from our used and broken heart,
But we’ll always keep it open, so she knows, we’re never quite as far apart.
5 years , it’s Millie’s 5 year anniversary tomorrow and I just cannot get my head around it.
To us, it only seems like yesterday but an an eternity since we last felt her touch.
Please text in your donation to Millie’s Trust for Millie in memory of her on her 5th anniversary xxx
Text MILL05 £5 to 70070
(Donation can be changed from between £1 to £10)
Thank you for remembering her at this time of year xxx
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( Due to be dispatched w/c 23rd October 2017)