Yeah, the daughters are 8 and 6. I saw them today at the funeral. They stood
up with their mother, all hand in hand, and walked to his coffin in the
centre of the funeral room at the cemetery before around 200 people and laid
a rose each on his coffin. Up until then I had held myself together.
I will work to get this poem right - honest and clear.
Thanks, Doug.
Andrew
> Andrew
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> this gets that point across better (although the 'fictional' version
> had a sharpness). But 'infant'? You go all honest/actual on him & not
> on them? I don't think it helps here...
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> Doug
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