Momar, I’ve tried time and time again to write something on here that says just how special you were and I couldn’t do it and that’s because nothing I could ever write would ever put into context what an absolute beautiful person you were, inside and out.
I keep thinking of all the times we shared, and the times when I was younger and I used to come to your house in the morning for my breakfast, you always made the best poached egg sandwich (I still at 32 can’t make them as good as you) then after school you’d make me chips and gravy and don’t forget the bread and butter. We could sit forever and put the world to rights, or sit and read my tea leaves!
You taught us all so much Momar, but the one thing you didn’t teach us was how we would continue living in a world without you in it, I think we all thought you’d be with us forever and the fact that your gone has broken our hearts. Everyone and anyone who had the pleasure of knowing you be it 10 minutes or many years are lucky, and I for one am so thankful for all the years we had with you, the best Momar anybody could ever wish for. If I am half the woman you were I’ll know I’ve done well in my life. I hope your looking down on us and I hope I make you proud everyday.
I know you’d be glad that we are all looking after grandy, although you’d be saying to him ‘Ron stop it now’ in the stern voice if you heard him winding me up!
You will always be in my heart and my thoughts. This is not goodbye forever Momar just until we meet again, spread those spectacular wings my beautiful butterfly and fly high.
I love you Momar, for all eternity xxxxxxxxxxx
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