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for my old mate RIP

GRAVE

I went looking for your grave today in the cemetery. My friend and me trying to find it; we didn’t. It’s a bank holiday today and no one is in the office to ask where your plot is. I’ll call them up and ask where your grave is, then I’ll go and pay my respect to you. When we were friends before I still remember what you said all those years ago, like it was yesterday.

When I do find your grave, how will I be? Will I weep or smile when I remember you from years ago? If you were alive here now, how would you be? We could go for a beer and talk about life. But we can’t, your forever gone from this earth. There’s so much more to tell, not all of it good, after I heard of your death back then. I won’t say that. What I must say, is that I miss you my friend who's gone from this world but not our memories.

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nick armbrister

Sun 7th Aug 2011 02:26

thanx Ann for your nice comment. me and my pal spent 3 hours looking round thousands of graves for my mate's grave with no luck of finding it. the office at the cemetary is shut due to council cuts. i have to call up another cemetary and take it from there to get his plot number. very sad state of affairs. i lost touch with my lost pal's other mates. ill find his grave if its the last thing i do. yes i miss him very much. he took his own life and im very very sad still, over a decade on. i pray hes in a better place.

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Ann Foxglove

Sat 6th Aug 2011 17:22

Very moving, in a gentle kindly quiet way. A friendly way I suppose. I was touched by it anyway.

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