
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
POSKITT. _ Steven. Pozzy, gone way too soon, a true friend who would give the last of anything he had to his friends and family without hesitation. A friend who would get you in his car, drive down the road and then tell you where you were going, which was always fishing and camping. With only the clothes on our back and our money pulled we didn't care and with the fishing stories Pozzy told they were legendary. Steve I actually never saw you catch a fish but we won't let the truth get in the way of a good story will we and we are going to miss those stories mate but we will keep them going forever. Steve I know you will be sitting up there with Fran watching over your beautiful kids Brooke and Darcy and your beautiful grandkids as proud parents. We are going to miss you mate. R.I.P Pozzy _ Your old mate Bren and the Steele family.
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