
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
BEINTEMA. _ Cameron. Cam, I don't know how to begin or even where to begin. Over the past three years we had so many memories - good and bad, I am missing you very dearly and my heart aches at your constant memory. You were so perfect and I could never give up on you no matter what. I still remember our first everything right until our last. But my favourite memories were the funny times. I remember when you chased me around the house with a bucket of water, I put the blanket over my head while running out the house. I tried to lock the door but you still got out and got me with the water - that was our first really funny memory. You are beautiful, you cared and showed my daughter and myself what it means to have a true family. I remember when you said "Dionne, I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Words cannot express what a joy I had, like all my troubles left for a second. You didn't give up your words - you kept it. I wish I could give you one last hug, kiss, or even one last "I love you'.' I know you would understand. You will be very, very, very dearly missed, loved and cared about. I love you Cameron, I'm sorry. _ Dionne and Kiera.
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