Eulogy to a Mother


Dear Mum,
You took me in when I was scared, unloved and unwanted
And you made me your own
You and dad brought me up as best you knew how
I hope I made you proud of me throughout the years
I am sorry for any hurt I caused you both
For all the time I failed in my duties as a good son
I will continue to strive every day to make you proud of me
And to be the best version of myself I can be
In your last hours and at your final breath
I was not able to be there for you
Your suffering is now at an end
And for that I am grateful
My heart is broken and shattered
But I will stay as strong as I can
Until the day comes when I'll see you again
For now, farewell
And all my love
Peter XX ðŸ’”

Pamela & Gerry Franks at the wedding of their friend Judith in Uffculme, Devon

   











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