
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
OATES, Christopher Ross.
17.3.1960 - 4.4.2010
My son Chris, Sad are we all here that love and miss you and our silent tears will always fall. Living each day without you Chris is the hardest part of all. The special years will not return, when we were all together, but the love and care you gave surrounds us and it will remain with us forever. We miss your smile and laughter Chris but we see and hear you every day and this is something that will never go away.
Special memories, love always from Mum (Mary), brothers Ricky and Kerry and sister Jill and families. xxxx
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