Some days I sense Vic’s closeness. I sometimes smell her. But I cannot touch her. I cannot hear her voice.
The boys and I light candles for you my precious baby…
We whisper your name
The boys write your name in the sand…
You send us feathers from Heaven….
How we miss your brave smile…
How I miss reaching out and being able to touch you
Holding you my precious child…
Yesterday, today, forever……
I love you Angel Child!
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I am a sixty plenty wife, mother, sister, grandmother and friend. I started blogging as a coping mechanism during my beautiful daughter's final journey. Vic was desperately ill for 10 years after a botched back operation.
Vic's Journey ended on 18 January 2013 at 10:35. She was the most courageous person in the world and has inspired thousands of people all over the world. Vic's two boys are monuments of her existence. She was an amazing mother, daughter, sister and friend.
I will miss you today, tomorrow and forever my Angle Child.
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