She’s gone that precious ghirl of mine…

Every day the hurt is with me…

There’s no end in sight…

I’m picking up the pieces one by one…

Year by year…

Living in fear…

Could one day I be all she holds dear…

Someone she could be near…

All there is left are memories…

There are no cuddles any more…

I want to shout can you hear me…

I Love you…

To breath the same air as you…

Just to be near you…

Touch your face…

Hold you near mine…

Can you forgive me…

I should have been there…

I never left you…

I was taken from you…

Should off clung onto all that I held dear…

I knew years would be taken away…

But I couldn’t live without you…

Just five minutes to see you…

Was worth a million years…

Now I’m left in tears…

No Daughter…

No Nikkala…

Nobody to hold dear…

Living right in the middle of my own fear…

Robert Paterson Nikkala’s dad….