Sunday 30th October

“Skidamarink adink adink,
skidamarink adoo,
I love you.
Skidamarink adink adink,
skidamarink adoo,
I love you.
Skidamarink adink adink,
skidamarink adoo,
I love you.
I love you in the morning
and in the afternoon,
I love you in the evening
and underneath the moon,
Oh, skidamarink adink adink,
skidamarink adoo,
I love you.”

  

Looking along your bookshelves this morning, I noticed a book of songs that you loved: paperback, a little worn and creased, but so well-loved.

Growing up, you would enjoy listening to children’s nursery rhymes, and would wander around, earplugs in, holding on tight to your Sony Walkman, playing cassettes of songs and stories.

In fact whatever age, you loved listening in this way: whether it was pop songs, audio books, the radio or Disney soundtracks.

When we were in Australia, you came across the Wee Sing songs, and learnt all the words to Skidamarink, a nonsensical name, but catchy tune, and we would all sing it together on car journeys.

Listening to this again today took me back to those simple days, filled with love, laughter, songs and innocence.

I do love you; in the morning, afternoon, evening and underneath the moon. And I always will.

https://youtu.be/ug1pI-Ephns

Beloved Angel son

Skidamarink adink adink

I love you

xxxxxx