Monthly Archives: August 2016

11.8.11

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Thursday 11th August
  

My phone again, had a little reminder for me this morning: five years ago, on this day, we went to Busch Gardens in Tampa.

You always made for SheiKra first, a floorless, diving rollercoaster. I remember Dad saying that the first time you went on it, you had your eyes closed as it hovered on the precipice, before hurtling earthwards at amazing speed. After that you said your eyes were always open, and that this was your most favourite ride ever.

SheiKra, Busch Gardens, 11.8.11

Another ride you enjoyed was the fast-moving Cheetah Hunt, the longest rollercoaster in the park.

The Cheetah Hunt, 11.8.11

We miss sharing the fun with you. 

We miss watching your ‘adrenaline rush’ as you sought out new white-knuckle experiences. 

We miss your laughter and smiles.

We miss holidays with you.

We miss the theme parks.

We miss you.

And……….

It’s Thursday.

74 weeks.

518 days.

Without you.

Thinking of you every day.

Love you so very much.

Sweetheart Angel son.

xxxxxx

The Hulk

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Wednesday 10th August

  

Two years ago we were enjoying what was to be our last American summer holiday with you. 

For almost twenty years we spent our summertime away from home: more often than not, spending a few weeks in Orlando, in between driving further south to the Keys, and to the north, enjoying stops in South Carolina.

You had such fun in the theme parks. We’d arrive early, use Preferred Parking, (to be near the entrance), present our pre-booked tickets, then off you’d go. Fiercely independent, you liked to do a complete loop of the park on your own, queuing and going on the white knuckle rides by yourself. Somehow you would then manage to find us, tell us all your exploits, and suggest the best or most exciting ride to go on.

You always had a big grin on your face.

And we miss that, we miss that so very much. Your smile, your laughter, your enjoyment of life.

Facebook reminded me that it was on this day, two years ago, that we went to Islands of Adventure, and you made straight for the Hulk, located just inside the entrance. Fast, noisy, scary, and your favourite.

Love you so much my darling.

Missing you every moment.

Now in the theme park of heaven.

Dearest Angel son.

xxxxxx

Exiting the Hulk ride (August 10th 2014)


Sunset over the rooftops tonight

Sunshine sweetheart

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Tuesday 9th August
   

My dearest, my lovely

My one, my only

My sunshine sweetheart

Although we’re apart

The warmth of the rays

Brightens my days

Thinking of you

As the sun shines through

Picturing you walking

Reading and talking

Enjoying the fresh air

With not but a care

Love you forever

Forget you never.

xxxxxx

My sunshine sweetheart (August 2014, Hilton Head)

Picturing you, while the sun shines through (Kissimmee, August 2014)

Delicate new roses for you

Back home

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Monday 8th August
  

We arrived safely back home, late this afternoon, again battling with summer holiday traffic whose destination is the seaside. Cars, caravans, lorries, motorbikes, tractors, motorhomes all conspired to want to share the road with us, almost at a snail’s pace at some points.

Before we arrived home, we stopped in at your resting place to talk with you. To tell you all about our exploits over the weekend. 

It was on this date last year that we walked up and down Mount Snowdon, in beautiful sunshine, for the first time. Unfit, but determined to keep going, we completed the trek in eight hours, with numerous stops. 

This year we let the train take most of the strain, enjoying the scenery, until we reached the summit, where everything was shrouded in mist and low cloud, but we still managed to climb the final few, rocky steps to counquer the peak.

We thought of you every moment.

Never will a day go by when we don’t.

We miss you with every beat of our hearts.

We love you with every breath we take.

Dearest darling Angel son.

xxxxxx

Raising awareness

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Sunday 7th August

  

This weekend has been all about meeting up with survivors and raising awareness of Testicular Cancer, and taking part in the annual memorial trek up Mount Snowdon.

  

Last year I made a video to coincide with the weekend

  
This year I have decided to write a petition for Testicular Cancer screening to be made available to Special Needs young men. 

  

Click on Frankie Angel bear to go to the petition

  

It would mean a great deal to me if you were to watch, read and sign.

Thank you.

  

Missing you every step of the way.

Precious Angel son.

xxxxxx


Snowdon 2016

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Saturday 6th August

  

We awoke to a beautiful sunny morning, had a wholesome breakfast, and left early to drive to Llanberis.

The annual memorial testicular cancer trek saw many survivors, family members and supporters gathered outside the mountain railway buildings. Following speeches and a minute’s silence to remember those no longer with us, the majority of the group set off.

Our plan had been to take the train up to the summit, and walk down.

Hmmmm.

At the top there was a howling gale, swirling mist, low level cloud cover, and the temperature was quite chilly.

So……..

There followed a quick scramble up to the actual summit, playing at being sure-footed mountain goats, taking a few photographs, saying a few quiet words to Frank, then back on the train, for an hour’s descent down the steep railway tracks.

I really think we’d still be walking now if we hadn’t let the train take the strain.

An emotional day, meeting some great people, raising awareness, and remembering you my darling. We miss you so much. There’s not a day that goes by when we don’t think of you.

Love you forever.

Treasured Angel son.

xxxxxx

Speeches and a minute’s silence

Requisite selfie at the start

At the start with Frank’s dolphin

View from the train

From the summit looking down in the mist

Dad and I with Frankie Angel bear at the summit

Frankie Angel bear on the actual summit

Me and Frankie Angel bear in front of the summit

The summit in the mist 

Frank’s dolphin and Frankie Angel bear

A view from the train

Safely back at the start

All over for this year

The road to Wales

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Friday 5th August
  

We left home yesterday morning to drive to Bristol, battling with the summer holiday traffic. We arrived at our destination late this afternoon: a terrific pub within the walls of Caernarfon Castle, built in 1522. The rooms are quite individual, with creaky floors, beamed ceilings and thick walls. Our room is right over the entrance, and we look out upon the children’s playpark and the castle ruins.

We are here to join up with about two hundred other people for the annual Testicular Cancer Memorial Trek walking up Mount Snowdon. 

Last year we took eight hours to complete the round trip, with many, many stops along the way, and at least a good hour at the summit. It really was a monumental effort for us not-very-fit people.

This year I have booked train tickets, and our aim is to catch the Snowdon Mountain Railway train to the summit, and walk down.

Hopefully this time we will have a lot more energy for the descent, and complete it in a quicker time, arriving back at the beginning before 6:00pm, when almost every one else had gone home.

But the day is not about a race; it’s about remembering those who have been taken by this cruel disease, and raising awareness.

We will be thinking of you, my darling, every step of the way. Your spirit will walk along with us.

Love you so very much.

Missing you every single day.

Precious Angel son.

xxxxxx

The view from our room

Castle walls

Roadway inside the castle walls, through the archway

A dark doorway

Frankie Angel bear is with us

Angel

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Thursday 4th August
   

My son is an Angel

The brightest star.

He stands beside me

Wherever we are.

  

My son is an Angel

In heaven above.

I blow him kisses

Send him my love.

  

My son is an Angel

We miss him so.

We’ll be together

Of this I know.

  

Love you forever.

Sweetheart Angel son.

xxxxxx

Time

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Wednesday 3rd August
  

Time seems to stand still

But everything else goes on.

You are missed every single day

And we can’t believe you’ve gone.

  

That night happened a lifetime ago

You fell asleep and didn’t wake up

Leaving us so broken-hearted

We won’t get to see you all grown-up.

    

It will always feel like yesterday

No matter how much time has passed

The day your heart stopped beating

And you breathed your very last.

  

Time. I thought we’d have more

To live, to like, to love, to laugh

More time with you to share

Now all that’s left; a photograph.

  

Love you.

Always have.

Always will.

xxxxxx

Busy and bright this afternoon

Joyful reflection

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Tuesday 2nd August
   

The wind gusts with melancholy

The mist surrounds with gloom

The sky is grey with despondency

The rain falls with misery

The earth is coated with sorrow

The waves break mournfully

  

And yet, you are my dear, sweet Angel

A smile from your photograph 

Brightens the most sombre of days

Your face beams sunshine happiness

Your memories invoke joyful reflection

Love you forever, to the moon and back

xxxxxx

A grey and overcast afternoon

Raindrops on your roses