
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
MORIER, Stephen (Jock) A year has passed Dad and not a day has gone by that I don't miss you. I wake up every day and wish I could ring you and you would answer your phone. But I know that won't happen, I don't know why you had to go, but I know that you are up there looking down at me and keeping me safe. I feel you on my shoulders sometimes and I see you in my backyard and I often sit down and talk to you. I miss you dad. Love your son, Paul. Grandkids, Jenna, Michael, Catlyn and Jesse.
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