Stitches and strolls



Monday 13th July

This morning the stitches came out of my left arm, where I had a suspect mole removed almost two weeks ago. It was a painless and simple procedure carried out by a nurse at the surgery; I’m now left with a 2cm scar, and a bit of a dent in my skin. Ho hum, I have to be patient and wait sixteen days for the results.

The afternoon was spent with your brother’s girlfriend, as she’s still not well enough to return to work. We did have a little stroll along the harbour front, trying to dodge the many holidaymakers, and we stopped to have a cappuccino to watch the world go by.

You liked people watching, too. You were especially fascinated by young children, or crying babies. You wanted to see how parents would interact with their children.

I wish you were still here, walking across the wharf with us. We could stop for an ice cream tub, then go and look in the bookshops, or watch the surfers in the sea. It’s just not the same. I wake up thinking of you, and am still thinking of you when I go to bed.

Know we love you with all our hearts.
We miss you more every day.



4 responses »

  1. It’s an Old saying that goes ‘The one you think just before you sleep, and the moment you open your eyes, either is someone who has hurt you bad, or you love so much’……it’s so obvious your heart finds comfort in the mention and memory of your beloved son. I was just wanting to check with you if you have shared your experiences, all the adjustments, and all the challenges you faced, the moments of success and all that were your rewards in this journey with your son, am sure there are many who can take heart, hope and guidance from your success in holding unconditional love towards your son who needed a bit more than that. Your heart will revel in the good memories and the mention of him. Just my two pence. Please let me know If I am taking more liberty than I should. I won’t be offended…..!

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