The most incredible poem written by my aunty Lucy Don't listen when they say "sorry for your loss" You have not lost him he is there. He is there in the feeling when you first held him And in the tears love and very breath. He is there. He is just over your shoulder. You will turn but not see him. He is there. You will miss him. The fine person he would have been. You will miss his achievements his failures his pain and joy. Yes you will miss him but he is there. So many people will remember Rufus. And when they are no more he will still be there.

Sent by Hazel on 03/11/2014