Thursday 10th November
    

A wave from my Angel

Means so much

But hurts so bad

  

You were so happy

I must remember that

But I still feel sad

  

A smiling, happy face

On many photographs

Of great times we had

   

Protecting your memory

Is what I now do

And the life we had

  

Looking up at me

As I look down on you

Love you so much, my lad

   

xxxxxx

Wednesday 9th November
   

Waking up every morning

To the fact that you’re not here

Every. Single. Morning.

The pain will never disappear.

  

Nothing will ever change

You’re just not coming back

Every. Single. Morning.

Emptiness is my soundtrack.

  

I love you so very much

At your photograph I smile 

Every. Single. Morning.

Stopping to reflect awhile.

  

I wonder over the unsaid words 

What you might have become

Every. Single. Morning.

I miss you, my darling son.

  

xxxxxx

Tuesday 8th November
  

You were five years old in 1990 when you began primary school in Australia; quite a difficult time, you did take a while to settle and feel comfortable in these new surroundings. You began with morning only sessions, and I would come and pick you up at lunchtime, then after a few months, you stayed at school all day, taking part in every activity.

Even in primary school, a foreign language was introduced, and as Japan was one of Australia’s largest trading partners, a rich cultural exchange existed within education. You loved nonsense sounds, and to you, the Japanese spoken word sounded funny and amusing.

Miss Fujiwara was your Japanese teacher, and you loved lessons with her. There was also a little girl in class called Nanako, from Japan too, who was quite shy and awkward, a little like you.

One of your tasks during the term was to learn the words of ‘Twinkle twinkle little star’, in Japanese. You were quite good at this, and learnt the rhyme off by heart.

Kira kira hikaru

きらきらひかる
Kira kira hikaru
おそらのほしよ
Osora no hoshi yo
まばたきしては
Mabataki shitewa
みんなをみてる
Minna o miteru
きらきらひかる
Kira kira hikaru
おそらのほしよ
Osora no hoshi yo

And you are my bright and twinkling star, up there beyond the clouds, close to the moon, flying gracefully with your Angel wings.

Such a sweet and innocent nursery rhyme that brings back memories of happy, family times. Watching you and your brother growing up, learning the ways of the world, making friends, having fun in a foreign, but oh so friendly country.

  

Fly high my Starman

Love you forever

Always have

Always will.

xxxxxx

Monday 7th November
  

The loss of you

Is incalculable

But so is my love for you

And so is the love you left behind.

  

Such an amazing life

With awesome adventures

So many lives you touched

A wonderful legacy you left behind.

  

We miss you daily

Thinking of you all the time

Our hearts are utterly broken

I wish you hadn’t left us behind.

 

My precious Angel

Dearest darling son

xxxxxx

Sunday 6th November
  

Wet and windy, squally showers

Dark and stormy, choppy seas

Cold and rainy, heavy downpours

Blustery and overcast, scudding clouds.

  

Love you forever

My precious son

Missing you 

Treasured Angel

xxxxxx

Saturday 5th November
  

Your head now lays gently

On the white, fluffy clouds

That’s how I think of you

As I walk through sadness.

  

Still miss you every day

Your cheeky little face

So innocent yet wise

With so much love to give.

  

Now memories return

To make me smile and cry

Of a life so well lived

But taken far too soon.

  

Love you my Angel

Dearest darling son

To the moon and back

And around the world.

xxxxxx

Friday 4th November

  

The road you travelled

Was filled with love

So many adventures

We were all a part of.

  

The memories are many

And if you close your eyes

Your spirit will soar

Beyond the blue skies.

  

The life you lived

Has come to the end

I look to the heavens

My love I will send.

  

My Starman, Angel traveller

Love you forevermore

xxxxxx

Thursday 3rd November
  

Somewhere beyond the grey clouds

In a tranquil place of love and light

That’s where your soul now belongs

While Angel wings let you take flight.

  

Set free from all the pain and darkness

With a beautiful smile upon your face

You’ve left your earthly home behind

Leaving so many memories to embrace.

  

No matter where you are, my darling

I know your little heart’s still beating

For it’s safely enclosed within my own

You’re with me as long as I’m breathing.

  

Sweetheart Angel son

Missing you so much

Love you forever

xxxxxx

  

Wednesday 2nd November
    

I found a handprint of yours today

With colourful paint you loved to play

Preserved in time forever it will stay

A memory of yours to be put on display.

  

Little hands that held mine so tight

Tiny fingers exploring with delight

Picking up a pencil learning to write

Turning pages many stories to excite.

  

Those hands would hold the horse’s rein

Guiding the animal down the lane

Through the fields, over muddy terrain

And then safely back in the stable again.

  

I miss those hands reaching out to me

My little poppet, such a sweet pea

Holding tightly on to a life carefree

Beyond the clouds you’re flying free.

  

Love you my Angel

Forever and always.

xxxxxx

Tuesday 1st November
  

Six hundred days

That’s such a long time

Six hundred nights

Since your hand held mine.

  

Six hundred mornings

No sounds from your room

Six hundred afternoons

Difficult to resume.

  

Six hundred instances

When you are not there

Six hundred moments

I’d cry in despair.

    
Six hundred evenings

I have said “Goodnight”

Six hundred times

I’d turn out the light.

  

Six hundred sunrises

You’re there in my heart

Six hundred sunsets

We’ll never be apart.

  

Six hundred days an Angel

And I miss you so much

As if it were only yesterday

I last felt your touch.

  

Love you forever

My precious son.

xxxxxx