Adventures of Cumbrian Blondie
This week marks 33 years since you passed away. They say time brings acceptance, but as each year that passes it makes me feel sad that I can’t really remember what you looked like, or how it felt to be cuddled by you, what you sounded like. I feel cross that I only have a couple of pictures of you. That all my childhood pictures mysteriously disappeared.
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