Benjamen Alan Dawson

My brother Benjamen was born on the 23rd of November 1981. He was born with cysticfibrosis.
he was in intensive care for 3 months and then sadly died on the 11th February 1982. I was born a year later on the 10th Feb 83.
I dont know much more about how or why because it hurt my mum and dad badly and we never really talk about it.
His ashes were scattered over a little pond at a cremotorium down in Oxford and I have been there a few times. I find it very peacefull to sit there and think of him. I never knew him as such but he was, IS my brother. I think about him alot, about what could have been. What he'd look like and what he'd be doing now. My thoughts are that he would be tall and good looking, all my freinds would fancy him! He would be gentle and kind and care deeply about all things. I think he would have joined the army like my dad did and he would have conqured many great things. I think he would have been a wonderfull son, freind and brother.
He is still one of us, a Dawson. we are a great family.
I have another brother Jamie who I love with all my heart as I do my mum and dad.
I am so proud of my mum.
We love you Ben. always in our thought and forever in our hearts.



A rose once grew where all could see,
sheltered besides a garden wall.
And, as the days passed swiftly by, it spread its branches straight and tall.
One day, a beam of light shone through a crevice that had opened wide.
The rose bent gently towards its warmth then passed beyond to the other side.
Now, you who deeply feels its loss, be comforted, the rose blooms there.
Its beauty greater now, nuturedby gods own loving care.

Dear Benjamin i hope you are sleeping tight
i love you brother,
so il say good night
but not forever
and not for always
just untill the day comes
when we can be togther.

When the tears come streaming down your face
when you loose something you can not replace
when you love someone but it goes to waste
could it be worse?
lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones
and i will try to fix you.
(words from fix you by cold play)

The swallows are here again,
flying high and soaring on the gentle breeze.
So peacefull to watch,
listening quietly for the flap of your wings.
Little swallow so high you fly
watching over me and my family
and keeping a close eye.
Be happy little swallow.


Tears:
Tears begin as a single emotion.
Triggered in the brain and sent to the eye
But before long one tear turns into 2,3,4
they build up and begin to overflow
running down my cheek and along my nose
dripping off my chin and onto the floor
the reason im crying, only i will ever know.x