Gone but Not Forgotten

At this time of year, when my thoughts turn to our children; there is always a gaping hole in my heart that refuses to mend! My youngest son, died tragically 7 years ago - aged just 25 at the time.

My son left behind, a loving wife and two great kids. Unfortunately they live approximately 1,200 km north of us and so we don't get to see them nearly enough!

My daughter nursing her niece and my wife with our (oldest) grandson

The years seem to have flown by since that tragic day; we have all grown a little older and (hopefully) a little wiser. My two grand children are now 14 years and 8 years old respectively.

Wow ... I'm starting to feel a little older!