TOURNIER, Ian Malcolm

Ian, my beautiful boy.
The years are going past so quickly, yet whenever I think of you time stands still.
I remember you with love and tears..so many tears Then the ‘what if’s’, ‘maybe’s ‘I wonder..’ flood my mind. A hand. A heartbeat. A god awful silence and I’m drowning again in grief. Ian. “I have felt no greater pain than the moment when your heart stopped beating, and mine carried on”…. I will love you forever. Mum xxx