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Lost Without You


Over twelve months ago I received a phone call to tell me a friend had been killed - he had been punched once in the face and was dead.  True I hadn't spoken to him for a few years: but the news was shocking.  I went to the funeral on my own, met with old friends and even my ex-husband, we discussed Rob and the kind of guy he was.  He was full of life, he was manic and a complete nutter; he was Rob, need we say more?

Lost Without You

 I am wandering aroundmy love
My head in a haze
Why aren’t you here
Filling up my days?

I miss you likedaylight in winter
And the summer sun
You are my soul mate
Forever the One

I am empty like aderelict house
Like a night withoutthe moon
You were taken tooquickly
Gone from me too soon

I miss you with everyheartbeat
Like I’d miss flowersin spring
My life will foreverbe
Missing one thing

The clocks keep onticking
But have no hands
How do I continue
Without my man?

Gone but notforgotten
For always this istrue
I remain here
Lost without you

I wrote the above poem on 1 November last year whilst thinking about Rob and his widow and what she must be going through - left in a foreign country on her own.  Her world was turned upside down - as were the lives of all of Rob's family.  Sadly Rob's death splintered the family (and friends) which I am sure is not what he would have wanted.

As with everything that happens in this life what I learnt from this episode of grief is that death should bring people together and not tear them apart.

The first anniversary came round and all I could still think was that we shouldn't grieve for those that die; for they rest in peace.  Instead we should grieve for those that are left behind; for we are left to pick up the pieces.  

RIP Rob Holland
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