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