From this life we must depart, to a brand new world and a whole new start. Freedom from confusion and pain freedom to be happy again. But they'll always be with you, just call and see. From the rush of the wind to a gentle breeze. Speak as if they've never passed, because in your heart they'll always last! Mum wrote this poem after she was diagnosed. As this is your page I think your poem should be here mum xxxx