Fly my brother Fly . . .
To all my lovely readers I am so sorry to the fact that part 2 (The Foster trip) has not taken place in wich this blog post stands, but there is something that MUST be addressed before Anything else dose!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL, well for 5 days ago, and happy birthing day Mum!
To my dearest brother William
Happy birthday Mr four year old. I miss you even more every day and I lay in bed each night wondering if you think the same. Although you are sooooo far away, way, way up there, I feel as though you are just beside me as I walk up that wet, short yet so long street up to the bus stop.Even though I have so many alive siblings when you left I felt as though I did not have enough! Thank you sooo much for blessing us with dearest Ivy and Noah I am thanking you because I know it was your doing and no one else! I keep a photo of you in my walet all the time.The photo shows what you looked like but I cant help but to wonder what you look like now. (sigh) I can only imagine. So fly my broth…. oh please excuse me as I wipe my tears! So fly my brother high into the sky I know you can and I also know you will.
And just so you know I will NEVER forget you, never.
Love your big sis Immy and God Speed Little Man!
