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 Those whom we love go out of sight, But never out of mind, They are cherished in the hearts of those they leave behind. Loving and kind in all her ways, Upright and just in all her days, Sincere and true in heart and mind, Beautiful memories she left behind. Loving you always, Darrin and your Little Angel Ryan.

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Sep 23, 2009