Wednesday 19th August

Summer rain.
Here in Cornwall it’s grey, misty, muggy and damp. Very damp this morning. Big, wet droplets are shaken from the branches of the trees and seem to hit the back of your neck, or your nose, on purpose. The grass in the cemetery is slippery underfoot. But it’s quiet and peaceful as we stand close by and talk to you.

Summers past we would be in Hilton Head Island right about now, walking along the beach early, avoiding the heat of the day. The brightest blue sky a wonderful backdrop to the sugar white sands and the greenest palm tree fronds.

Yes, it would sometimes rain, but it wouldn’t last long, and it would still be warm. You loved the swimming pool and the fountains just a little way back from the beach.

We miss you today, so much, as we stood in the rain, reflecting, reminiscing, remembering.
Times past.
Times passed.
Such good times we had.

Rain or shine,
We think of you,
All of the time.

Love you so very much.
Missing you so very much.
xxxx