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Lemon He adored you and from the sounds of it lived life to the full. I'm sure your aunt took comfort from you.

you were brave kids, and really angels as she said

Lemon thank you for sharing memories of Donald what a special little cousin you had. isn,t it strange how events that occured years ago seem as yesterday. Love June xx

Lemon... that is so sad but beautifully written. It is very moving. Jean x.

For the week following I stayed with Aunt Nan, just me and my cousin Robert her oldest boy, the younger children were shipped off to relatives to give Aunt Nan some time to herself. I slept in her bed and at night she lay in a twilight world neither awake or asleep, rubbing my chest with out realising it wasn't Donald, as she had done night after night when he was ill. I held my self straight so I could be there for her and help her. The day they buried my wee man was so sad, and my heart ached for him, but I held it all in as my Aunt Nan needed me to be strong, and she always called me 'her Angel' That night was awful, as in her despair Aunt Nan tried to get out of bed and get dressed, she wanted to find a spade to dig up her baby, as she thought he would be so cold and frightened by himself. Robert and I held her on the bed, tears streaming down our face, coping in the best way two 16 year olds could, stroking her brow and soothing her. Move on 33 years to the present.

Lemon Have read it and await the continuation hun and hugs to you (((((HUG)))))) Love Jan xxx

Lemon how sad ! sending you a ((((hug)))). Maddy

if hes on your mind you talk about him lemon hes obviously visiting you to jog you into sharing the story, what a darling he sounds hugs to you lemon

Oh Lem sis that's dreadful Big (((hugs))) :0) Joan xxxxxxx

Just so's you know I have read it - await the continuation xxx (((HUGS)))

Oh Lemon i don,t know what to say Love June xx

when my Mother and father split up I was 14 years old, I moved with my Mum to Scotland where I became the new girl with the funny accent. Everything was strange, and I often felt lonley though I had friends and fitted in well enough. But during this time I took to visiting my Aunt Nan every Sunday. She was a widow with 5 children of her own, the oldest being only 3 months older than me, but she always made me one of the family and scraped to feed me as well as her brood. Often I arrived with a carrier bag of messages that I had pilfered from my Mothers cupboard, and hoped she wouldn't miss. Donald her third child was 5 years younger than me and a scrawney scrap, his face was always tinged blue, as he had a hole in his heart and chronic asthma. But oh he was a wee devil and the life and soul of the house, the cheek looked out of him. For all the difference in age we were so close Donald and I, he followed me everywhere, always yapping at full pelt about the tiddlers he had fished out of the burn. Or asking me if I thought he was quite tall, and was he handsome.? When I was 16, Donald was playing football out on the green with his mates, he was so excited as that day he had been up at the High School to enroll......he was a big boy now....and so pleased with life, though his shoes were tatty and his skinny body often ached with the hacking cough that wracked his bones. That day he scored a goal and jumped a foot into the air shouting 'Its a goal...surely that deserves a sweetie'....and then he dropped....an ambulance was called and his wee mates watched in awe as Donald was taken away...but he died before he reached the Infirmary. To be continued as I have had this in my mind for a week and even if noone reads, it will clear my mind. .

:-) Jan

de ja vous lemon

of a former life......give me time :-) new message to everyone, especially those who added after I left the thread. XX