James Wong

A couple of years ago, after spending a weekend break in Ayr. I decided to head off to the cemetery where James was buried. It was a moment by myself. I laid the flowers and prayed.

The sun started shining. Looking towards the fields ahead I saw something rather touching. It was a swarm of wild flower feathery seeds flying and dancing around in the air. I started to feel warmth and presence. I felt that James was there watching over me.

Lots of love, bro xx

James was just learning to walk. I remember one night when I was awake by his cries. I lifted him up and sat in the sitting room with him all night. I'd be talking to him, I'm not sure what about but it must have bore him back to sleep. It was just me and my baby brother, asleep in my arms.