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On a cold dark evening on February 6, 2000, what was called the Millennium year, around five pm, Rosie was getting ready to prepare the teatime meal before going out that evening. She was heading off into Edinburgh to meet up with other dance associates, who all belonged to the regular dancing core she met up with on a weekly basis to learn to dance.

This product contains no music notation. This product can be used for many projects. Suggestions: Compose and record your own style of music.

This little collection of poetry has been written with you in mind who are seeking comfort and support after loss of a child at any age also unborn, cot death, stillborn. Sometimes when we are faced with a loss such as a child we find we are overwhelmed with grief. You may wish to keep this little audiobook near you for your use whenever you need an extra support method to enable you to seek a little solace until you can once again take control over your own emotions.

This little collection of poetry has been recorded with you in mind who are seeking comfort and support after the loss of a child at any age, including unborn, cot death, and stillborn.

This is a true story about a Scottish mother who received news of the death of her son, whom she refers to as "me laddie" throughout her story.

On a cold winter's evening, February 6, 2000, Finlay Sinclair - "me laddie" - tragically took his own life.

His mother's memories of the past are triggered by everyday life events, and her mind is taken back and forth in time - back to her own childhood days in 1960, when she flirted with the fairground boys, and forward to the day she gave birth to Finlay.

This little collection of Poetry has been written with mothers in mind and others seeking comfort and support after loss of a child at any age including stillborn and miscarriage. It is a useful product and gift for any parent to express their love for their child. Sometimes when we are faced with a loss such as a child, we find we are overwhelmed with grief which may close down our ability to find the proper words to express our love for our child, as this is what happened to myself.