I felt the gentlest of breeze, it brushed against may face, It hung about around my ears, the softest sound did make, I had to listen very hard, to hear the gentle, quiet voice, It said “you know I love you” but I really have no choice. I’m going to where Angels, sit around on every cloud, Looking down below us, to see people in the crowds, And when their hearts are breaking, and feeling very sad, We come down, and sit with them and hold them by the hand. So when you feel that gentle breeze, which hangs around your face, Please try to listen very hard, for that gentle sound it makes, For I am always with you, every single passing day, To share,that moment with you, and help you on your way. Rip Hannah...Helen & Cathie just for youXXX