my grandad recently died of terminal aggresive cancer, he had been suffer for months so it came as a relief when he passed away, so rather than being sad i was happy for him.he was a very religiouse man so it was a catholic service but mean while the whole

goodbye is the hardest thing to say,
as i know i will never see your smiling face again,
you cant even get out of bed,
the cancer has got way to bad,

'She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She