No I suppose I can't say that anymore. Funny how normally I can't write anything serious, but this just sort of came to me. I'd been reading a friends facebook posts about missing his Mother and how he still felt her around him and I thought about my friend Andrew, who loved his garden and had his ashes scattered there, so his wife can feel he is always nearby.
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It's a beautiful song.
Thank you xx