It’s hard to think how mere words can convey how much I adored you, my lovely boys; and harder still to comprehend life without you.
So many things remind me of our times together: places we went; things we laughed at; games we played together.
I still play the game in the car and I can still hear you spotting yellow convertible minis quicker than me.
I remember standing on the footbridge by the Maltings and you Kieran, not only telling me the name of the fish swimming below, but also its feeding habits; and you Milo, after watching a film recently, reciting whole scenes, even with the right accents.
I will remember you both for those special moments, like the other day when Kieran spotted a squirrel and whispered to me and
Although you both had the occasional brotherly quarrel, when things mattered you were always there for each other, always supporting one another; and I know you will be looking out for each other now.
I will always wonder what would have been: what you would have done; what you would have been like. However, I will always remember the wonderful boys you are and how much love and enjoyment you gave to others.
Whether the names be …
Peanut and Babba Deux; or
Kiwi Dude and Meatloaf …
you will forever be my lovely boys; and I will always love you.