It's Happy Birthday time again,
Yet another year has slipped by.
I'm going to be a big boy this year,
I'm turning five!
Aarav's going to cut my cake,
and offer me a slice.
He'll blow out each little candle for me,
One, Two, Three, Four, Five!
Five sweetest wishes, just for me,
Come flying through the miles.
Come sing "Happy Boo to me",
As I turn five.
Happy Birthday, dear Arnav. Missing you a lot on your special day (May 12) and all the possiblities that might have been if you were here today. We'll miss you always.
Love,
Mummy, Papa, Aarav
Yet another year has slipped by.
I'm going to be a big boy this year,
I'm turning five!
Aarav's going to cut my cake,
and offer me a slice.
He'll blow out each little candle for me,
One, Two, Three, Four, Five!
Five sweetest wishes, just for me,
Come flying through the miles.
Come sing "Happy Boo to me",
As I turn five.
Happy Birthday, dear Arnav. Missing you a lot on your special day (May 12) and all the possiblities that might have been if you were here today. We'll miss you always.
Love,
Mummy, Papa, Aarav
2 comments:
Dear Arnav,
Happy Birthday (belated wishes). You have left such a sweet mark of affection in my heart. You are in a better place dear and you have such a loving family down here who constantly care for you and love you.
I have a small poem from Mary Fyre to your parents and Aarav.
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glinds on snow.
I am the Sun on ripened grain; I am the gentle Autmn rain.
When you awaken in the morning' shush, I am swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds circling in flight, I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.
- Mary Fyre
Lots of Love,
Chitra Aunty
Hi Sanjay and Shikah. I was just looking at my picture of Arnav at my desk and thinking of your family.
I hope you are doing well. I think of you often, Sarah at LPCH.
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