Never a moment

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Friday 31st July

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There is never a moment

A point in time

An occasion

Sweet Angel of mine

.

When I stop thinking

Of you

What might have been

What we’d do

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Where you’d be

And who

And how

But to heaven you flew

.

And left us here

To mourn

To cry

My darling first born

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Love you sweetheart

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

First time we’ve walked along the harbour front (we were wearing masks); so many people….

Less crowded on Porthmeor Beach, but it had begun to cloud over, and then the drizzle started

The tide coming in, meaning less space to sit

We much prefer the garden at the moment

A trip to Exeter

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Thursday 30th July

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A trip to Exeter

For dermatology

Seven years of stripping off

Checking over my body

A melanoma exam

Suspicious moles, anything dodgy

Just seborrhoeic keratoses

I truly think they’re ugly

So relax, all is good

Really, nothing to worry

.

Thinking of you

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Remain with me always

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Tuesday 28th July

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I carried you for almost eight months

My heart beating with yours

Developing, forming, nurturing

Creating a love that endures

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Then when you were ready

Launching yourself upon the world

For thirty wonderful years

Watching as your life story unfurled

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11,011 days

Or 30 years, 1 month, 23 days

You might be gone

But you remain with me always

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My darling Angel son

xxxxx

Sculpture by Dame Barbara Hepworth at the entrance to the cemetery

Frank and I meeting the Simpsons, August 2010, Orlando

Memories light the way

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Monday 27th July

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Memories light the way

On the darkest road of grief

Stumbling along awkwardly

Knowing cancer is a thief

Your time upon this earth

Certainly was far too brief

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Thinking of you

Missing you

Remembering you

Loving you

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

Yellow rose in our garden

Godetia

Lil’s rose (a cutting from our next door neighbour about thirty years ago, has produced an abundance of these pink roses)

Over the rooftops to the harbour