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Nov 2018
I'm not going to preach about the afterlife,
or better places that are beyond the light.

But neither am I to say that there's nothing at all,
For what's on the other side, well, no one knows for sure.

Because like death, life can be just as confused,
Just a few examples to keep one bemused.

For there are those who live a life on deaths door,
Yet they some how make it beyond ninety-four.

And there are those that lead a lifestyle of decay,
Yet somehow make their 81st birthday.

Then there are those, those like you,
those that have had to suffer and endure,
A death that is seen, as somewhat premature.

It doesn't seem right, fair, or just!
It can sometimes make us doubt Gods trust.

Then there are those that simply have no future at all,
born into disease, famine and war.

It can sometimes make us consider with despair,
is there really a God out there?

But let's all just take a breath and  take a seat,
before our hearts fall apart and we start tearing at the seams.

For I know if  you were here with us now,
that you would know only too well,
yes life can be cruel, bitter and unfair,
but that we mustn’t dwell.

For the best way to say our goodbye,
is to hold our heads up high,
and remember you for the sheer courage and grace,
that you have shown, until your resting place.
For Christine Carter, always in my heart.
Nicholas Trafford
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Nicholas Trafford  32/M/London
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