Ian SonBAINBRIDGE23rd May Hold my son in your arms lord, and treasure him with love and care. You have in your possession a son beyond compare. The next time that I see you, son, will be at heaven's door and when I see you standing there I won't cry any more. I'll throw my arms around you and kiss your smiling face and then the pieces of my heart will fall back into place. So pick up a bunch of roses lord, as sweet as they can be, place them in Ian's arms and tell him they're from me. Love always, your brokenhearted Mom Barbara xxxxx
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