Monthly Archives: April 2016

Apr20

The rain

Posted on April 20, 2016 by MeRaw

Wednesday 20th April

The rain in Spain……..
Falls mainly in Badajoz!

Well, so it seems to be.
We keep being told that this weather pattern is just so unusual, that normally the skies are cloudless, with temperatures into the eighties.

Oh well, never mind, and all that…..
We have enjoyed our fifteen day break with our younger son and his girlfriend, and there have been some sunny days, not least his birthday last Sunday.

But all good things must come to an end, and we are off to Lisbon tomorrow lunchtime, for a flight back to England on Friday morning.

It would have been better though, to have had some warmer weather……. all those shorts, t-shirts, swimming costumes have remained in our suitcase. Oh, c’est la vie! or as they say it here….. ¡así es la vida!

You would forever be telling us: “Oh, you need rain to survive, the ground needs the rain for plants to grow, animals need need rain to drink, stop moaning!”

💧 ☔ 💦 💧 ☔ 💦 💧 ☔ 💦 💧 ☔ 💦

So, it’s ok to cry, the clouds do it too.
Raindrops play a beautiful lullaby boo.

In the rain, no one sees your tears.
Raindrops sparkle as the sun appears.

Let the rain wash away the pain.
It may be grey, but it can’t forever rain.

Love you my sweetheart.
Dearest Angel son.
Missing you every day.

xxxxxxx

Rosebud and raindrops

Silk rose on the dining table

Tonight's sky

Apr19

A walk in the rain

Posted on April 19, 2016 by MeRaw

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Tuesday 19th April

A walk in the rain,
Smile through the pain.

The wind on my face,
Thoughts are someplace.

Your photo is with me,
Such a happy memory.

A piece of me, missing,
Time spent reminiscing.

An ache in my heart,
Our family torn apart.

Three of us carrying on,
Each other to rely upon.

Dad and I, your brother too,
Holding on, pulling through.

Loving you, my Angel son,
Now to be, forever young.

xxxxxxx

Morning coffee, watching a gaggle of geese in the rain

Alburquerque castle walls in the mist

An ancient archway

The view should have been spectacular

Apr18

My love for you

Posted on April 18, 2016 by MeRaw

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Monday 18th April

I miss you more
With each passing day
Rather than missing you less.

The sad silence
Began the moment your
Little heart stopped beating.

I’ll never again
Experience life and living
In the same way as I did before.

And there are times
When I just cannot believe
That you are gone; the finality hurts.

Memories I have
Are precious and numerous
I wish you were here to make more.

My love for you
Continues now and always
To the moon and back and all the world.

My darling son
Now an Angel in heaven
Forever young; safe in my heart.

xxxxxxx

Badajoz cathedral

Sitting beneath orange trees, having an afternoon coffee

Narrow streets with pavement restaurants

Apr17

A birthday

Posted on April 17, 2016 by MeRaw

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Sunday 17th April

Today we celebrated your brother’s twenty ninth birthday.
I accompanied his girlfriend and sister this morning and went to church; the whole service was in Spanish, but it felt like a good thing to do.

We then drove to a karting circuit, where your brother, his girlfriend, her sister and brother spent a great time, racing one another round the tracks.

From lunchtime until early evening, a bbq had been arranged; the weather was beautiful, the food plentiful, the company wonderful. I just wish you had been there in person, my darling.

Missing you every single day.
Love you forever.
Precious Angel son.
xxxxxxx

Frankie Angel Bear and your brother

Apr16

The wind

Posted on April 16, 2016 by MeRaw

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Saturday 16th April

The footprints may be washed away
The sand is all brushed off
Salty shoes are cleaned once more
As water splashes from crest to trough.

I miss those walks along the beach
Yellow sand and azure sky
Such happy times we used to have
Thinking of you, with a tear in my eye.

But the wind still blows your name
Across the sparkling sea
And waves break gently on the shore
Bringing your memories back to me.

April 2014. Porthkidney Sands

Love you so very much
My precious little beach boy
Dearest darling Angel son
Who filled our lives with joy.

xxxxxxx

The sky this evening

A fiery plume

Apr15

400

Posted on April 15, 2016 by MeRaw

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Friday 15th April

Another day on the long road of grief,
No end in sight, just twists and turns.

Uneven pot-holes to trip you up,
Steep hills that tire and sap energy.

Four hundred days without you,
And such a very long time it’s been.

So many happy memories to treasure,
But nothing is as good as the real thing.

Love you to the moon and back,
My beloved, precious Angel son.

xxxxxxx

Tonight's sky

Apr14

Mi Mariposa

Posted on April 14, 2016 by MeRaw

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Thursday 14th April

A butterfly came to visit today.
Was it you?

We were talking about you.
Remembering this day
Six years ago.
Zorbing on Plymouth Hoe.
Laughing, smiling, having fun.

Your brother took us to a bar today,
Outside, on the pavement.
Tables, chairs, parasols.
A butterfly landed on my hand.
It stayed on my finger for ages.

Was that you my sweetie?
I’d love to think it was you.
Small and delicate, so calm.
Holding on, being with us.
Sharing lunch and chatter.

A butterfly.
Mi mariposa.
My sweet Angel.

xxxxxxx

Zorbing

In the children's play park, 14.4.2010

The tiny butterfly that stayed on my finger for a long time

Apr13

Foraging

Posted on April 13, 2016 by MeRaw

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Wednesday 13th April

This morning your brother and his girlfriend drove us and their dog across the border into Portugal, to Campo Maior. A quaint little town, where we stopped for coffee and pastries, then on to the large lake, towards the west.
It is here that the pair of them go fishing or kite surfing, but today’s purpose was to find and collect wild asparagus.
This delicacy grows mostly at the base of trees, amongst brambles and prickly thistles.
Whilst dad and I walked down to the lake shore, with the dog bounding and running around like a mad thing, your brother and girlfriend were foraging for the elusive vegetable.
After about three quarters of an hour, they appeared with big grins on their faces, and were most pleased to have found a good amount of the tasty stems.
So, asparagus as a side dish it is, for the next few meals.

I think you would have enjoyed the walk; all that fresh air, and peace and quiet.

Missing you always.
Loving you forever.
Darling Angel son.

xxxxxxx

A gnarly old tree in the meadow

Thistle

View down to the lake

Meadow of wildflowers

Danko

Frankie Angel Bear amongst the meadow wildflowers

Frankie Angel Bear on top of the car

Dad and your brother enjoying a beer

Some of tonight's asparagus

Apr12

Precious, sweet Angel

Posted on April 12, 2016 by MeRaw

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Tuesday 12th April

Living every day in the moment.
At times walking through a minefield;
Treading softly, or marching purposely.
Memories are dotted everywhere.
Some are hidden deep from view,
Some are just below the surface.
Not knowing which, when or how
One of those memories will explode,
Setting off a flood of emotions.
You can’t explain, you don’t know why;
Simply unable to find the right words.
Tears stream down, uncontrollably,
As a moment in time is recalled.
Or a big, knowing smile spreads
As happy exploits come to the fore.
You are there, forever and always
In my head, my heart and my soul.
And any second I am reminded of you,
Wonderful, but bittersweet memories.
Love you my precious, sweet Angel.

xxxxxxx

Yellow flowers in the garden

The sky this evening

Apr11

Every single minute

Posted on April 11, 2016 by MeRaw

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Monday 11th April

Our younger son has reliably informed us that February and March in Spain, were unusually warm with bright-blue sky days.
So, we arrive, and bring cooler temperatures and rain.
Never mind, it is good to see him.

But, I have missed you.
I am missing you.

Every single minute.
You are always in my thoughts.

I love you.
I love you so very much.

That you’re not here, hurts.
It hurts so very much.

It doesn’t seem real.
And it doesn’t seem right.

Every single minute
You’re there in my heart.

Beloved Angel son.
Gone far too soon.

xxxxxxx