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.
The Beach House HHI August 2014
The fountains at Coligny 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
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
That looks like a lovely place to be in the summer, would like to visit someday. 🙂
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It truly is a fabulous place to be.
x
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The picture of him standing on the edge of the pool with only half of his feet on the ledge, looks like he is about to play a trick on everyone and turn around and jump in. Was he devious like that? 🙂
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Oh yes! He certainly was one for playing tricks. Always wanting you to notice what a daredevil he was, whilst calmly keeping control 😃
A complex character, but such fun and so loving.
We miss him so very much.
x
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