
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
HUNTER, Wilma Patricia (nee Jones) (nee Ryan).
18.10.1933 - 1.5.2012 So dearly loved, so sadly missed. Love Bill. May the winds of love blow softly and whisper you to hear, I love and remember you and forever keep you near. For all of us you gave your best and now the time has come to rest, so go in peace you've earned your sleep. Your love in my heart I'll eternally keep. A patient, courageous sufferer at rest. All my love Deb. xxx Children do not realise until the years have flown how thoughtful are their parent's ways, how very much their own. How loving are their parent's hearts, how deep is their concern, how many special things they do with no thought of return, but by and by they come to see and realise their worth and know for sure their parent's are their dearest friends on earth. With much love Stephen.
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