
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
CAMERON. - Joan. Mum, my pillow is wet through, my heart is aching, my head hurts and I don't know what I'll do. Yes I still have it and will never let it go. "I thought of you today, But that is nothing new, I thought about you yesterday And the day before that too, I will think of you tomorrow And each day my whole life through, I will think of you forever, For I thought the world of you". The hole just keeps getting bigger. Give them all my love. - Your loving daughter Jacquelyn Daly Joan, sports talk, barbeques, fish 'n chips and Sunday roast. I will barrack twice as hard for the Parkers and even those Blue Boys. I will keep my promise to you. Love - Your son-in-law Shane Grandma "I love you" "I love you more" "No I love you more" "No I love you more" - Riley x o x o Dear Joan, Friday night dinners and lots of talks we had together. Lots of love. - Stacey
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