Goodbyes hurt the most , when the story is not finished.
Sleep tight Angela . Bless you love Debra.
Debra
4th December 2020
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland