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My Bastille Day Baby – 38 years ago

July 15, 2015

CRAIG GEOFFREY DEMPSTER  14.07.1977 – 02.11.1995

Yesterday was Bastille Day and on that day 38 years ago, my son Craig was born. I’ve posted previously about Craig  here

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This photo is bad quality as it was taken from a VHS tape featuring Craig just a few days before his death

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This song of Nat King Cole’s  says it all. I heard it on radio recently. It says everything about how I feel about losing Craig, and living the past almost 20 years without him.

I’ve spent those 20 years trying not to think every day about the way Craig died or the fact that he died. When I think of him, I try to think about the good times and how much joy he bought to my life, and how lucky I was to have him for 18 years.

I don’t want anyone to think that I’ve always been sad for the past 20 years. That isn’t the case at all. But there is a tiny piece of me that suffers just a little.

Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what’s the use of crying?
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what’s the use of crying?
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

 

 

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