
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
WILSON. - Don. 37/52 Btn. Nov. 8, 2003 after a long illness Loving husband of Sylvia, father and father-in-law of Ken and Anne, Rod and Cheryl, Lester (dec.) and Helen, Sandy and Greg. Very special Poppy to Rachael and Brett, Matt and Carmel, Tamie, Carly, Corey and Tara, Ben and Jenny, Troy, Steve and Paul. Great Grand Poppy to Connor and Andrew. Reunited with Lester Rest in peace Should you go first and I remain. To walk the road alone, I'lllive in memories garden dear, With happy days we've known. In Spring I'll watch for Roses red, When fades the Lilac blue, In early fall when brown leaves call, I'll catch a glimpse of you. Should you go first and I remain, One thing I'll have you do, Walk slowly down that long, long path, For soon I'll follow you. I want to know each step you take, That I may walk the same, For some day down that lonely road, You'll hear me call your name. - Your loving wife Sylvia.
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