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So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.Since collecting my mother's jewellery from the undertakers I've been wearing her gold crucifix on a gold chain that also has two small pendants and one of her rings hanging on it.A date has been set for my mother's funeral though there's still lots of arrangements to be made and much to be done.On top of that business has to carry on as normal and as we're in the run up to Christmas business is booming and although that is good news it's also very time consuming which leaves hardly any time for relaxing though I do ensure I settle down with a glass of whisky each evening before I retire to bed.My father handsome and proud with wavy jet black hair in his Naval Uniform sat next to my mother in all her glamorous finery, she has always been a glamorous women and always took great pride in her appearance. It's times like this that you realise that nothing, especially life, is forever.As much as I don't want my mother to pass away, I don't want to watch her suffer which leaves me in a quandary for I know that her health is not going to improve, so what do I wish for?I have the DVD set of The LIkely Lads but I doubt I will watch it again knowing what I know.

Happy Christmas - Life is over Many years ago when I was a lad my dad and I used to watch The Likely Lads together on our tiny black and white television, in fact it was one of our favourite programs.

Tonight after taking a shower I heard something fall to the floor.

I checked what I was wearing round my neck, my gothic crucifix was still there and so was my mother's gold chain with her ring and two small pendants.

I'm sure there will be many who disagree with me and that is their perogative as everyone has different tastes. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summers lease hath all too short a date.

My choices are in no particular order as in my opinion they are all as attractive as each other. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or natures changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owst, Nor shall death brag thou wandrest in his shade, When in eternal lines to Time thou growst.

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