Memorial to Lucy Shevlin, April - May, 2002.

It's difficult to think you would be 17 today. How is that possible? Where have those years gone? At times it can feel like yesterday that I had and lost you, others it feels like it must have been a different life time. Like it happened to someone else and I was just there watching . Or maybe it's just easier than trying to let the nightmare of the reality be true.

I always said no matter how I'm feeling I would forever celebrate your birth. So here I am again, another birthday, balloons, flowers and a heart that aches for you still.

Happy 17th birthday my beautiful girl. Always loved, missed beyond words, forever my baby.

Love Mummy xxxx