Wednesday 24th June
Yesterday evening we walked down the hill, to the top of the beach, to watch the sunset. It was a beautifully warm end to the day.
Many people were lined up along the wall, or down on the sand taking photographs. The colours in the sky changed from fiery orange to a deep, smoky red.
An aeroplane vapour trail had split the sky, almost creating what looked like wings. And was that an angel shape to the West?
I thought of you. I think of you all the time, but you know that, don’t you? I think of you, with your Angel wings, soaring above the clouds. Care-free. Pain-free. Cancer-free.
Missing you every day.