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Five years gone, five years young

My mum put it better than me this year: 

"The years pass so quickly and your little poppet is a big pre-primary girl with a gappy smile who marvels at the beautiful sunsets you make for her and simply calls you 'My Davey'."

Here she is sending a balloon and all of her love to her Davey, five years after he died. 

Dylan if full of optimism, curiosity and strength.  A force to be reckoned with, despite her age.  I lament the fact that Dave can't watch her grow - but I can, and will do so with enough pride for us both. 

We love you x



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