TOURNIER, Ian Malcolm

My beautiful son, Ian

Today the words won’t leave my mind. It’s like they’re locked inside my heart and my mind can’t free them. Please forgive me as I use someone else’s words…

“I lost him

Completely

and without warning.

Ripped from my life

like a breath snatched

from my soul.

And after all this time, I plead with myself

to breathe in …

And I pray to the Universe

To give back what it took away.” (Alfa)

Your loving broken Mum, who misses you so much xxx