Why did you leave me all alone
Why didn't you tell me you were going home
Everything changes now you're gone
Making me wonder how to carry on
Over and over you gave to me
I wish I had told you what you meant to me
Why does it always have to end
Losing a loved one is so hard...
Oh my Lord, is it right?
By the light of the darkest night
You're never gonna see, you're never gonna see me crying
Where's the warmth of the sun?
Was there something that I should have done?
Oh why did you have to leave,
Why did you have to leave me crying?
What I would give just to hear you laugh
All I have left is just a photograph
Oh to have known you all those years
Wish I had known how to dry your tears
Everything matters when you're young
Everything shatters when the day is done
Everything falters in the end
Losing a loved one is so hard...
Oh my Lord, is it right?
By the light of the darkest night
You're never gonna see, you're never gonna see me crying
Where's the warmth of the sun?
Was there something that I should have done?
Oh why did you have to leave,
Why did you have to leave me crying?
So many feelings come rushing in
It's too late for thinking how it could have been
Who knows the reason, was meant to be
It's going to be lonely, will you wait for me...?
Roger Hodgson (Supertramp)
ETERNAL BOND
My dearest Mom was in her prime
Sadly removed before time
But in my heart she will live on
I close my eyes, she isn’t gone
I hear her laugh, I see her face
I feel her comforting embrace
Alive remains her memory
Forever she is within me
THIS IS A PHOTOGRAPHIC LOOK AT HER LIFE
Cancer is such a waste of life. The best seem to always be taken before their time. I miss you mom and know you've gone to a better place. Perhaps we'll meet again someday.
Don
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This site is also dedicated to the unforgettable memory of my father Fern. Click here to view his life in pictures
Josie was an amazing mother.
She left Newfoundland at the tender age of 13
to find work in Montreal.
She ended up marrying my father Fern,
ended up in Timmins, then Toronto,
reared 10 children, one who died in 64 (Alan).
She dedicated her life to keeping her house clean
and raising us children.
She tolerated years of alcohol problems from my dad Fern
but came through with flying colours. In the final years of her life she met a man names Junior who was perhaps the best thing that ever happened to her (aside from creating me, of course) .
Mom, you have my vote for Newphie of the century.
In my vivid dream shortly after you died
you told me that everything was OK and you were moving on.
I truly believe that I will see you again when my time comes.
Are you still waiting for me (us)?
