JANET

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JANET McNAMEE September 23, 2002 Sometimes I wake at night and forget you're gone Fresh from a dream of you I imagine that your voice, your touch, is near. Sometimes I find myself talking to you throughout the day Imagining conversations we might be having. Sharing laughter over dinner, sharing whispers and kisses on into the night. Sometimes I walk into a room and hope you will magically be there, There to take me in your arms and ease the emptiness I feel without you. Sometimes I miss you more than words can express But more than that, always ... I love you. It's not good-bye, just good night dear. Yours forever, Bob. MOM, NANNY You left a special memory And a sorrow too great to hold, To us who loved and lost you Your memory will never grow old. Thanks for the years we had Thanks for the memories we shared, We only prayed that when you left us That you knew how much we cared. Loving you always, Darrin and your Little Angel Ryan.

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Sep 23, 2010