I see an old photograph and see your smile. As I feel your presence anew, I am filled with warmth and my heart remembers you. I remember you and the laughter we all shared and wonder what you have become. Where are you now? ,Where did you go? Perhaps you are the morning bird singing joyfully at sunrise, or the butterfly that dances so carelessly on the breeze or the rainbow of colours that brightens a stormy sky or the fingers of the morning mist or the final few rays of the setting sun lighting up the skies edging the clouds with a magical glow. I miss your being but we feel your presence, In whatever form you choose to take, however you now choose to be. Your spirit has become for me a guardian angel on high guiding, advising, and watching over me. I remember you. You are with us all and I am not afraid. Miss you deeply Bamps x x x