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Lisa Davies
Female
Cheshire
United Kingdom
Profile Information:
- About Me:
- I'm 29 years old and have three sisters. I live in Cheshire in the UK with my mum and dog Holly.
- About my Loss:
- In April 2009 I lost my dad, he'd been through a terrible illness...had his leg amputated and a pacemaker fitted. he was in such terrible pain and looking after him was so hard...I never even got to say goodbye to him or tell him how much I love him and the guilt just eats me away, I just cant seem to move past it.
When my dad passed I wrote a poem it's not the greatest of things ever written but it was how I felt.
To me we were the best of friends an that still runs so true,
A shining star, the brightest light who’ll always guide me through.
The rock that sheltered our family from each and every storm,
The one who kept our family tight even when the bonds were worn.
I miss our little talks and the precious words you gave,
I miss the laughter that we had and how we’d misbehave.
It’s the usual routes you used to drive and that flat cap that you wore,
It’s the way you gave us everything even when we wanted more.
It’s the jokes that made us giggle, it’s the way you used to smile,
It’s the swearing on the jobs you did and how they’d take a while.
How did things go so badly, where did it all go wrong?
It seems a lifetime since I’ve seen your face it just seems oh so long.
I wonder what you’re doing now and what you are up to?
I wonder if you’re missing me as much as I miss you.
It feels like there’s a gaping hole just sitting in my heart,
It’s been there quite a while now ever since we’ve been apart.
There just seems something missing, something so out of place,
It comes back to haunt me every time I see your face.
An words will never bring you back and time I can’t erase,
The memories that I call upon seem clouded in a haze.
An even though you’re gone to you I can’t lie,
I heartbreakingly miss you as each moment goes by.
An I’ll always remember the times that we had,
I miss you so much, my hero my dad….
Diana, Grief Recovery Coach
I know exactly how that feels - my brother and I look like twins the only difference is our eye color and of course gender. We weren't raised in the same household and people say our mannerisms are the same. So that makes it doubly hard.
Feb 13, 2010
Diana, Grief Recovery Coach
Feb 13, 2010
Diana, Grief Recovery Coach
Feb 13, 2010