“Where Our Boys Meet”
- makingmemorieshandmade
- Jun 16
- 1 min read
There is a place only angel parents know
a place where love does not end,
where memories breathe,
and where our boys meet.
Jonathan walks there, twenty‑one years of stardust.
BSB dances beside him, eighteen years of gentle glow.
Oliver celebrates for two days, a birthday held by heaven’s hands.
Reuben, bright and curious, runs ahead with a smile that never fades.
And we — their mums, their dads, their families —we meet there too.
In shared stories, shared tears, shared strength.
In the way we honour them.
In the way we hold each other up.
In the way we turn grief into something soft,
something meaningful,
something magical.
Our boys brought us together.
Our love keeps them close.
And in every candle lit,
every name spoken,
every memory cherished
They live on;
We are their voices.
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