The Colour of Grief (with poem/prayer)

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You are missed.

Every single day, every hour, every minute, every second stands as a sad testament to your absence.

Taken from us far too soon, at only eight years old, in a car accident that shattered everything that followed.

I stand here now, one year later, alone by your remembrance cross on this unforgiving stretch of highway.

I brought your favourite football.

It felt right.

I pray, though words often fail me.

I grieve in the silence that answers back.

Your parents could not endure the weight of your loss. They divorced. Another devastating blow, another fracture born of the same moment.

Loss does not end where we wish it would.

Some days, I feel you near.

As if you are watching over me, protecting me, like a blessed Angel.

It is a small consolation in a tragedy that offers few, but I hold it close when the days are heavy.

You will never be forgotten.

Your joy for life, your boisterous laughter, your warm and gentle presence remain with me.

They live on, even here, even now.

Amen.
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