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Until we meet again ❤️?

Until we meet again ❤️?

My dear Mother and my good old Dad 
I wonder do you watch from the heavens and feel so sad ?
Thank goodness neither of you are here as you look down from above with dread and fear

Rest in peace until we meet again and don’t worry about me I will be as right as rain
The world is in abit of a state right now but things can only get better and they will somehow

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Greg Etsell

my dad has been gone 
37 years i wounder 
what he would say
and my mom 14 years
i know what she say be kind to every one

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Jill Tait

Ay mine both died donkeys years ago xxx

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Jill Tait

Along time ??XX must b an english sayin ❤️??

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Being Me

Awww, Jill. What a heartfelt write. I lost my mum nearly 27 years ago now... She was only 48...i miss her every single day still x

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Jill Tait

Awwww so sorry luv she was so young :( ❤️❤️?

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Marion

Short and so full of love Jill and there is a lovely feeling of peace and acceptance about it also. A certainty of being reunited...now I'm doing the pinning...?

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Jill Tait

Awwwww u r my biggest fan u Greg and Cherie ❤️?❤️? and Matthew being me & Lisa & aww I can’t pronounce her name lol ❤️?❤️?

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Jill Tait

Yes you & me both my lovely ❤️?❤️

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