Lad

I didn’t know the lad, but he was part of our community and I know he will be missed. As each cherished person is missed. If he has to be gone, the lad, then I would like a picture to remember him by. I didn’t know him, but I want to remember him now, even though it makes me sad. So I will sketch him in a few words, and when he sees my sketch, he might point and laugh, and say “Silly, that’s not me!” But I won’t mind. I won’t mind at all.

Swimming in his shoes

Red sparkles on white horses

Delighted laughter

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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