I feel I should write something, but there aren’t many words that seem to fit, so bear with me.
It’s been a long time and you will never be forgotten. It’s not just today we talk and think about you, you’re there all the time and always will be in that special place within our hearts.
You used to say, you would carry a shotgun, to keep the boys away from your beautiful girls. You wouldn’t need one, they have chosen well and are both very happy. They are stunners, and very beautiful from the inside. They have done well and are on their way to becoming Artistic Directors. You would be proud.
You would be proud of your son tomorrow too, as he turns into a young man. He’s sweet, he’s a lot like you in his looks and ways; the way he talks, the way he moves, he walks your walk. He’s only been in real trouble twice too, he’s such a good lad most of the time. He’s doing really well at school and he gets a Head Teacher’s Award next week for his efforts. He no longer wants to join the FBI, but he still wants to go to America, so I’m taking him out to New England in the New Year.
As I said, I don’t really have the words, so I will leave you with these:
Son “Where’s the toilet cleaner mum?”
Mum “There’s some bleach in the bathroom.”
Son “No, there’s not.”
Mum “Yes there is, it’s at the bottom of the cabinet on the left. “
Son “No, there’s not.“
Mum “Yes there is, it’s called Domestos, in a turquoise bottle, it’s bleach.”
Son “Oh, I don’t want that, I want other toilet cleaner. “
Mum “What for, to clean a toilet? “
Son “No, it’s for something else.”
Mum “What’s it for?”
Son “A bottle bomb. “
Mum “No, you are not making a bomb!”
Son “It’s not a bomb Mum and I won’t do it in the house, please Mum, I’ll do it in the back garden?”
Mum “No!”
Son “Aww…It’s not even a proper bomb! All you do is just put all the stuff together and it explodes. “
Ambitious isn’t he? 
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