Hi vm-ocean (and all here), love your name, and gosh, how I’d love to be floating weightless on a gentle wave at the beach right now.
There’s something very cathartic, a purposeful release when you surrender yourself like that to water, especially when you can’t swim hey.
Hard to imagine that I’d planned a weekend houseboat on the hawkesbury river with Jeremy and his twin sister just a few months ago.
Brooklyn was always our local ‘go to’ place for sunday arvos, hire a tinnie, walk around the headlands, muck around, eat the best seafood.
Old family tradition I grew up with as a child myself, and yes the route I taught my 4 lot before going for their l’s, was always Jezza I let drive us home.
I hesitate with my words sometimes, as I am very aware everyone here is in their own personal …. I can’t put any title to it , sorry.
I resort to music to express, wish I could play an instrument, but just old friends on my cd. Piano, drums and guitars lie silent, memories of so many wonderful times spent here in this now silent empty house. hear my heart…I
I’m not a newcomer to loss or depression, I understand and know what I should be doing. My brave daughter put together the mindfulness program for Canteen ! I’ll try to post a link ( if allowed ), but you’ll see my twins faces on the campaign website anyway, as we raised 100ths through leukaemia foundation also.
Oh, this , is too hard to talk in past tense. Jeremy you are loved and not forgotten ever , my sweet humble boy, who never complained once, when he had reason to xxxx