“John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw,
but blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo!
John Anderson my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither,
And monie a cantie day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither;
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo! “
Thinking of you 
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Bereavement
Beautiful ..
lovely poem
Maw
Thank you.
Not only for the poem but your beautiful choice of words in your thread title which will hold special thoughts for so many who have as you put it been denied the privilege of sharing their lives with their loved one but others preparing to accept that inevitability in their lives too.
Gransnet at it's best x
Just thinking this might be an especially hard time for some of you, some of us.
What in the church is called “Our year’s mind”
I thought it might be Blue Sapphire - sending love and comfort.
If my experience is anything to go by, getting past all the “this time two years ago...” day by day countdown of events which are so etched in your memory does help to ease the pain once it is past.
Pink princess I had not realised, but sending love and condolences to you too.
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