
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
Dedicated to the Memory Of Keith John Neal 55 Years, 10.10.2016 Loving, devoted, proud Husband, Dad, Dad-in-law, Grandad, Poppy, Son, Son-in-law, Brother, Brother-in-law, Nephew, Cousin, Uncle, Good Friend and Mate, Bunnings Team Member and Grandad to your Pusca Annabelle. The passage of time has not diminished the pain and heartache we all feel in losing you. Cherish, Jasmine and Isabella miss and love you fiercely. We raised strong girls with tender hearts, and they ll always hurt deeply for you. As for me, I remember a dinner dance we went to when we were on our honeymoon. A song we slow danced to was Harry Nilsson Without You I can t live, if living is without you I can t live, I can t give anymore You held me tight and whispered, 'You ll never lose me. You re stuck with me my baby doll, 'I ll be with you always'. In view of the disastrous event of your traumatic young passing, you would understand completely that forgiveness is a luxury my broken heart cannot afford. Seasons come, seasons go. I ll always feel you near. Cuddle our baby girl safe and tight for us. I love you my sweet man. Your Darling one always, Katrina xxx
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