It's weird to grieve for somebody you've never met. Somebody you know so much about, somebody who should be family, but is no longer with us.
His spirit has always lived on amongst the people who knew him so well. So much so, that you forget you didn't know him. You grieve his death like the family. Feel the heartache that he is not able to share our lives.
But today for the first time I felt him I met him, he was there, at the crematorium, watching over us.
And now part of him has come home with us. Where he should have been all these years. It's been way too long to be without your brother. 13 years of emptiness. Welcome home David, and here is your Star.
David's Star
P.S. Please look after the spider.
His spirit has always lived on amongst the people who knew him so well. So much so, that you forget you didn't know him. You grieve his death like the family. Feel the heartache that he is not able to share our lives.
But today for the first time I felt him I met him, he was there, at the crematorium, watching over us.
And now part of him has come home with us. Where he should have been all these years. It's been way too long to be without your brother. 13 years of emptiness. Welcome home David, and here is your Star.
David's Star
P.S. Please look after the spider.
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