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| My son Ian became an angel, On a Monday night in Two Thousand and Two, Since then my life has been pure hell, But I know I will see him again, I shall never forget that phone call, From that moment on, my life changed, It took me forever to accept what, My heart could not believe. I became a mother going through the motions, Now for my beautiful son I must grieve, No-one could tell me how to live my life, When my precious son is gone. I`d never see his smiling face again, Oh, the days are hard, the nights so long, I`d never again hear his wonderful laughter, Or to be able to tell him how much he is loved, Oh, I live without my precious Ian, Who now lives in the Heavens above, Everytime the door opens or the phone rings, I pray it is an end to this nightmare!!!! I just wish that my Ian could come home, Spreading his love and charm everywhere, He was loved by everyone he knew, No one was a stranger that he ever met, He would do anything to help others, A face of friendship he`d never forget, He has a personality to win anyones heart, I`ve heard many people say, He touched thier hearts in many ways, As he made friends along the way, Yes, he was a special and a very precious young man, Who touches my heart in his own special way, For he knows I will never be whole again, For a part of me left with him tha night, As I think of him this moment, as I do every waking day, I long for that part of me to hear his voice, And hug him in my own way, But I know I`ll see him again, When my time on earth is through, And we`ll have a wonderful reunion, Walking together hand in hand, But until that day comes, I will try, To survive this horrible nightmare, And create a page for others to know, A Mothers tribute with you I share. |
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