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The tender, passionate, joyful poems of Martha Silano will live on through all the years people are reading and listening to poetry. She was a great light, and her words will remain a beacon for so many of us. We love and honor you, Martha. Thank you for everything. Please find a link in comments to a beautiful video of Martha, created by ETSF.

🌹 Papamoa ANZAC Day Dawn Service 🌹 This Friday from 5.30am the Papamoa War Memorial Community Trust will host our Papamoa ANZAC Dawn Service at the cenotaph at Stella Place (next to the camping ground on Papamoa Beach Road) Here is a copy of the programme and also the songs to be sung. (Feel free to save the photos for your reference.) #ANZAC #anzacday2025 #lestweforget #lookingafterlocals 🌹

🌹 Papamoa ANZAC Day Dawn Service 🌹 This Friday from 5.30am the Papamoa War Memorial Community Trust will host our Papamoa ANZAC Dawn Service at the cenotaph at Stella Place (next to the camping ground on Papamoa Beach Road) Here is a copy of the programme and also the songs to be sung. (Feel free to save the photos for your reference.) #ANZAC #anzacday2025 #lestweforget #lookingafterlocals 🌹

Pope Francis 1936 – 2025 Requiescat in Pace Requiem Mass at St Thomas More Church, Seaford, 6pm - 21.4.25 “At 7:35 this morning (local time), the Bishop of Rome, Francis, returned to the house of the Father. His entire life was dedicated to the service of the Lord and His Church.” As we mourn the passing of our Holy Father, we give thanks for his life of humble service, compassion, and leadership. The church will remain open throughout the day for those who wish to pause, pray, and reflect at the memorial to Pope Francis in the Pietà Chapel. Let us unite in prayer for the repose of his soul and for the Church he so dearly loved. Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord.

**For My Sweet Preston Jovi** There are no words heavy enough to carry the weight of this grief. No language vast enough to hold the love I have for you—or the emptiness that swallows me whole now that you’re gone. Preston Jovi, my baby, my heart, my reason… how do I breathe in a world that doesn’t have you in it? How do I wake up every morning to a silence where your laughter should be? You were supposed to be here. I was supposed to hold you, watch you grow, protect you from every hurt. Instead, I’m left with aching arms and a shattered soul, screaming into the void for just one more second with you. They say grief is love with nowhere to go. But where does it go when the love was supposed to last a lifetime? When every dream, every hope, every breath was tied to *you*? I am a ghost of who I was before. The world keeps spinning, but my life stopped the moment yours did. I miss you in ways that can’t be fixed. I miss the warmth of you, the weight of you, the future we were robbed of. I miss *me*—the person I was when I still had you. Now, there’s only before and after, and the after is unbearable. I don’t know how to live without you, but I don’t know how to stop either. So I carry you, my sweet boy, in every broken piece of my heart. Until my last breath, I will love you. Until time itself ends, I will long for you. You were everything. And now, without you, nothing feels real. I love you, Preston. Forever. 💙🕊️

In loving memory of Mattie Robertson

In loving memory of Mattie Robertson

10 ans après, Lille se souvient et commémore les victimes des attentats de janvier 2015 à Paris.

In Loving Memory of My Mother It is one year since my beloved mother left this world, yet her presence continues to fill my heart and guide me in ways I cannot fully express. I recollect holding her warm hands while at her bedside after her stroke in the hospital. The warmth still fresh in my mind and I can feel it even now. My earliest memories of her are etched in warmth and unconditional love. I vividly recall being just 2 or 3 years old, sitting by her side as she lovingly fed me with her hands, my baby brother resting snugly on her hip. It was such a simple yet profound expression of her nurturing spirit—a love so deep, it became the foundation of my life. Throughout her 86 years, my mother’s care for us was unwavering. She had a way of making every moment feel significant, always sharing her food, asking if we’d eaten, and finding joy in our happiness. Her love was constant, her care unmatched, and her presence brought a sense of security that words can hardly describe. The vacuum she has left in my life is one I still struggle to fill. Every day, I miss her gentle voice, her kind hands, and her steadfast love. Yet, in the quiet moments of grief, I find strength in her Bible, which now rests beside my bed. Its words remind me of her faith, her wisdom, and the legacy of love she left behind. To my dear mother: Thank you for a lifetime of unconditional love, for teaching me what it means to give selflessly, and for being my constant source of comfort. You are forever in my heart, and I will carry your love with me until we meet again. Forever loved, forever missed. 💔❤️