Paul Rees - Civil Celebrant

01/02/2026

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The butterfly hovers above small, steady blooms,
never landing, never leaving.
It stays suspended in that middle space,
the same place my heart rests.

I’ve learned the routines of my days,
but not the absence inside them.
Some things don’t become familiar,
no matter how often they repeat.

Your place remains unfilled,
not empty—just untouched.
Even time seems to respect that space,
moving around it instead of through it.

I don’t expect this to change.
I don’t ask it to.
Living without you is something I do,
not something I accept.

—Silent Tears For You

26/01/2026

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I wish I could say time softened the blow,
that memory dulled the ache.
But honesty lives here now,
and it tells the truth gently.

The pain didn’t fade—
it learned how to wait quietly.
Some days it arrives without warning,
unchanged, familiar, heavy.

I still measure moments against you,
still pause where you should be.
Loss doesn’t weaken with distance,
it deepens with meaning.

Loving you didn’t end that day,
it simply lost its place to land.
So I carry it forward,
hurting honestly, loving anyway.

—The Love I Lost

25/01/2026

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I stand beneath the glow you left behind,
learning how to move forward without you.
Living feels heavier now,
but it also feels meaningful.

Every step is a quiet promise,
every choice shaped by memory.
I carry your name in the way I try,
even when I stumble.

Making you proud doesn’t mean perfection—
it means continuing,
even when the reason hurts.

I live because love didn’t end,
it changed form.
And in that change,
I keep going.

—Lost Your Smile

25/01/2026

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"Grief is like the ocean; it comes in waves, ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim." - Vicki Harrison

https://www.cruse.org.uk/

25/01/2026

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Grief really can feel like that - disorienting, heavy, and endless. If you’re in the fog right now, know this: you don’t need to see the whole road. It’s enough to move gently, one moment at a time. The fog does lift in small ways, even if it returns, and you’re not lost for feeling this way.

🕯️ Create an online memorial to honor the one you carry in your heart and keep their memory alive. 🔗 https://www.forevermissed.com/memorials

17/01/2026

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Nothing has felt the same since the day you were gone. The world looks the same on the outside, but inside, everything is different. The laughter is quieter, the days feel longer, and the silence feels heavier than it ever did before. There is an emptiness that no time can fully fill, because your presence was the love that made everything feel whole.

The hardest part isn’t just missing you, it’s learning how to live in a world without your love beside me. It’s waking up and remembering that the comfort, the guidance, and the warmth I once leaned on now live only in my heart and in my memories. Yet even in the pain, I hold onto the truth that your love never really left. It became a part of me, something I carry forward every single day, until we meet again.

14/01/2026

Keep saying their name… 💔💜

Your name still moves through my mouth naturally
Like it never learned to leave
I speak you into ordinary moments
Grocery aisles, empty rooms, long drives

People think silence means forgetting
But I know better
Remembering is an act of care
One I choose again and again

You are stitched into my stories
Even when no one asks
I carry you in the way I explain the world
In the pauses before I answer

There are days I smile when I say your name
And days my voice tightens
Both are honest
Both belong to you

Memory isn’t heavy all the time
Sometimes it’s gentle, almost warm
A reminder that love left marks
That still matter

So I keep talking
Not loudly, not desperately
Just truthfully
Because you were here

— May God Grant You Always

11/01/2026

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🥀I was supposed to go first. Isn’t the rule that parents go first..... You had your whole live ahead of you. But I am still here. You are not. And nothing about that feels right. Grieving Parents

11/01/2026

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I used to think time would soften everything.
Instead, it reshapes the loss into something familiar.
It settles into daily choices and quiet thoughts.
Not heavier—just more present than I expected.

11/01/2026

A very special production coming to the Gwyn Hall in Neath. 24-28th February. 💜

11/01/2026

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