Wednesday 8th February
Billowing clouds
And crashing waves
To talk to you
Is what my heart craves.
Across the sands
Shoes in the sea
Playing with the tide
You’d laugh with glee.
You’re everywhere
I turn today
As along the beach
You did play.
Walking around
Tracing your steps
Wondering what life
Will throw at me next.
Love you forever
My beach-walking Angel
xxxxxx
Tuesday 7th February
Memories and mementos
Keepsakes and scrapbooks
Always there forever
For precious little looks.
Photos and video
Certificates and awards
All collected with love
Your whole lifes’ records.
That is all I have
Of what is left of you
A rich treasure trove
Reminding me anew.
Love you forever
Forget you never
Missing you like crazy
My darling Angel baby.
xxxxxx
Cold and breezy at the beach
Less windy in the harbour
Monday 6th February
I thought we’d have more time together.
More time to make further memories.
Those special moments to later recall
Written down in our life book of legacies.
A piece is missing from our family
My heart is now broken beyond repair
And you had so much more to live for
But you’ve gone, no moments to share.
Love you forever and always
xxxxxx
Sunday 5th February
It is, without a doubt
The hardest thing to do:
Carrying on living
If your child passes before you.
Missing you sweetie
Precious Angel son
xxxxxx
Saturday 4th February
Happy birthday to my father
A life well-lived and so fast-paced
He would be eighty five today
Always fun, never straight-laced.
And on World Cancer Day…………
My father ~ Pancreatic Cancer
My son ~ Testicular Cancer
Me ~ Metastatic Malignant Melanoma
Missing you my Angel father Hank
Missing you my Angel son Frank.
xxxxxx
Hank and I. August 2008
Hank and Prince Charles
4.2.1932 – 5.10.2009
Remembering when we were in Scotland and HRH Prince Charles was taken on a two hour, supersonic flying sortie with Hank in a Phantom fighter-bomber. The flight included an air-to-air refuelling exercise with a Victor tanker, taking on 1200 gallons of fuel. They flew as high as 40,000 feet and as low as 1000 feet, making a pass over Balmoral, (reported at the time, as an ‘extrovert flourish’).
Hank and his three children ~ me, my sister and brother ~ early 70’s
Hank and my mum. Receiving the bar to his AFC
Phantoms over Scotland
Friday 3rd February
Tears for my Angel
Tears for the pain
Tears keep falling
‘Til I see you again.
Love you sweetheart
Missing you like crazy
Thinking of you daily
My precious Angel baby.
xxxxxx
Thursday 2nd February
Looking up to see my Angel
As storm clouds go hurrying by
Just hoping that you’re there
And can see me as you fly.
The wind is blowing briskly
Rustling through swaying trees
Is that your whisper I hear
As twigs snap in the strong breeze?
Squally gusts whipping up waves
Blowing surf across the beach
Are you there darling Angel?
So near, yet just out of reach.
Missing you
Thinking of you
Love you
xxxxxx
Wednesday 1st February
A little sunshine between the showers
Some good betwixt the melancholy
Blue skies amidst the cold and grey
A few smiles among the falling tears
Many memories surrounded by regrets
Silver linings bounded by storms
And…..
Life now, between then and next.
I miss you sweetie
Beloved Angel son
xxxxxx
A sunny harbour just after heavy showers
Blue skies for a while
Sunny Porthmeor Beach
Reaching skyward
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 