
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
It's been a year since I said 'I'll see you later Dad', as you peacefully left to go to that other place, the one where the lighting is spectacular, the rivers flow with shiraz, and every golf shot you take is a hole in one. Dad, you may be gone from my sight, but you are never gone from my heart.
I love you eternally, Renee xo
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