THORN, Michael Vincent

Son of Janet Taylor

I pretend to be strong as I am dying within myself, the daily struggle is stressing my mind and health. On the outside I smile for you to see I'm okay, because I know you want me to be over it in a day, but it's killing me altogether. With every inch of my being I miss my son. It's hard holding in my feelings, I have come to terms that I will no longer hide. I love you so much, and I carry you inside.

Susan and I were with you as you took your last breath,

Love Forevermore, Mum