Sunday 30th April
Last night we collected you brother from the local airport: he flew in from Portugal, to stay with us for a week, and to attend a school pal’s wedding. It will be good to have him around for a while.
Wish it was as easy to collect you from heaven, so that you could spend time with all of us; all of us together again.
I wish. I hope. I dream.
And so it is with every breath I take in, with each heartbeat, for as long as I am alive, you will never be forgotten.
My two boys. One on earth. One in heaven.
Love you both, to the moon and back.
Blue skies, but a chilly wind
Boats in the harbour
Friday 28th April
My darling little Angel boy
A child who brought us so much joy
Missing you more than words can say
My heart loves you more each day
As you fly high, a star so bright
Lighting up the dark sky at night
I think about the memories
Adventures and discoveries
On the outside I seem carefree
But inside my head, you don’t see.
Love you to the moon and back
Round the houses and all the world.
Harbour at low tide this afternoon
Thursday 27th April
Each evening I say ‘Goodnight’
To your happy, smiling face
The photograph next to me
Full of memories I embrace.
Each evening I dream of you
Rememb’ring all the good times
With so much fun and laughter
To heaven my Angel climbs.
Each evening I halt the tears
But in the dark, none can see
I do try so very hard
To wish you were here with me.
Loved you then
Love you still
Sweetheart Angel son.
Wednesday 26th April
It’s been seven hundred
And seventy seven days
Since I’ve heard your voice
Or seen your smiling gaze.
We miss you every day
Our darling Angel son
Love you more and more
Now you’re forever young.
Seven, seven, seven
Days you’ve been in heaven.
Pretty, but chilly in the harbour this afternoon
Tuesday 25th April
And so our Spanish/Portuguese holiday comes to an end. Waiting in the airport, where it 24°C outside, blue sky, and most pleasant, I check on the temperature at home ~ it is hailing, with a real feel temperature of 2°C. Oh. My. Goodness.
Don’t think you’d like the sudden drop in temperature my darling ~ far too chilly, compared to what we’re used to.
Safely home, sweetheart.
Love you always.
Precious Angel son.
A public holiday in Portugal today, with many shops shut
A few people out and about
A quiet cobbled street
In need of exterior painting, but pretty nonetheless
A final cold beer with Frankie Angel Bear, before heading off
Strange white sculptures just before the airport, all looking skyward
Monday 24th April
Between morning coffee and afternoon coffee we wandered and mooched, meandered and strolled, traipsed and sauntered and roamed the fabulous cobbled streets of Faro.
Our first stop was the Igreja do Carmo, a great example of the Algarve’s artistic heritage: woodcarvings, paintings and sculptures adorn the interior of the church. Then outside there is the Chapel of Bones built in the early 1800’s, where the bones and skulls adorning the walls and ceiling were taken from the adjoining cemetery.
I’m not sure of your thoughts on the chapel, my darling……. would you have found it too ghoulish, or would you have been quietly fascinated by the strange interior, and likened the place to Skeletor’s abode?? You did so like HeMan battling Skeletor for the power of GraySkull’s castle. I’m not really sure what you would have made of it at all. Wish you were here to talk to, and tell me.
Love you my Angel
Afternoon cappuccino and pastries
The Church Of The Venerável Ordem Terceira de Nossa Senhora do Carmo
Inside the Chapel of Bones
Utterly fascinating, but scary at the same time
A strange mannequin looking over one of the shopping streets
Café street life
The sun’s going down
Sunset over the low tide marshes
Sunday 23rd April
We spent time after breakfast walking to the end of the pier to reach the lighthouse. It seems that many other people also do the same as part of their daily exercise.
Much of the town was cordoned off close to the marina, as the powerboat races were to be taking place. Having managed to find an elusive parking spot, we made our way to the River Arade and sat on the water’s edge with a great view of the F1 powerboats as they competed in the UIM F1 Campeonato Do Mundo, Grande Prémio de Portugal.
Later on, our son drove us to the train station where we caught the train to Faro, and he drove back to his home in Badajoz.
It has been wonderful spending time with him and his girlfriend, traveling to many new places, eating some terrific food, and helping him to celebrate his thirtieth birthday.
How I wish you were here with us too. I think you would have had a blast.
Missing you poppet.
Treasured Angel son.
The view with breakfast
Interesting tile work
The long walk to the lighthouse
Dad and your brother
Praia de Rocha
View from the top of the steps
Fortaleza de Santa Catarina
Dad in a doorway
Some of the F1 powerboats
Such a noisy craft, but exciting
Saturday 22nd April
We left Badajoz early this morning, and our son drove us three and a half hours south to Portimão in Portugal ~ the aim being to watch the F1 powerboat races. However, as it was far too windy, this afternoon’s qualifiers were cancelled. Never mind, we may get the chance tomorrow.
We walked along the main road, and then down onto the boardwalk of the beach, finding a decent looking restaurant, we stopped for a beer and something to eat.
Many volleyball matches were taking place in front of us, and people were jogging up and down, or off to the sea with their surfboards.
Later on we drove to Alvor, walked across wooden boardwalks to the ocean, found an outdoor bar to watch the sunset, then a tremendous fish restaurant for dinner, eating al fresco.
As always, thinking of you my darling
Beloved Angel son
Inside the old city walls of Beja
The fortification at the top of Beja
I think we went the wrong way down a one way street ~ we were tut-tutted at by a nun 🤔
Castelo do Arade
The beach at Portimão
My salad lunch
Son’s salad lunch
A monster in the sky
Overlooking the beach at Portimão
Boardwalk to the beach at Alvor
Dad and I
The three of us
A cold beer
We like Super Bock
A pretty sunset
The sun about to disappear
Your brother looking pensive
Dad looking grumpy
Friday 21st April
Our last day in Badajoz was spent with our son and his girlfriend ~ shopping at the Corte Inglés, walking along the river, a lunch in a great restaurant in Portugal, and then drinks in the park.
Wishing, wishing so much you were here.
Jon Bon Jovi came on the car radio ~ “It’s my life”, and it reminded me so much of you.
Love you so much
Thinking of you always
Precious Angel son
A lookout turret for archers
A walk beside the river
An avenue of gum trees
Gum tree trunk colours
A spiky thistle
Gum trees along the river bank
A view of the old walled city
The old city
And you joined us for drinks