Tuesday 20th June
Your light and love
Will always shine
Deep in my heart
Angel of mine.
Miss you sweetheart
Love you forever
Darling Angel son
Monday 19th June
Was quite surprised today
When we went to visit Nan
Sitting up at the table
Smiling, as only she can.
Still in a bit of pain
But up, and out of her bed
Enjoying curry and rice
I helped her as she fed.
Wish you were here to see
Your Nan’s recuperation
With cuddles and kisses
You’d show your adoration.
Missing you like crazy
My darling Angel baby
Sunday 18th June
Missing you on this sunny day
Pack a picnic, go out and play.
Down to the beach, toes in the sand
Running to the sea, hand in hand.
Fizzy drinks and eating ice cream
Wearing hats, applying sunscreen.
Finding shade and reading a book
With smiling eyes, a knowing look.
My little beach baby Angel
Dancing over waves, so graceful.
Love you sweetheart
Saturday 17th June
Such a wonderful morning to wake up to: sunrise about five o’clock, and the blackbird singing away merrily.
We had decided to go to Falmouth super early to grab a parking space, in order to meet up with Dad’s sister and husband, who were performing in Europe’s largest Sea Shanty Festival.
As it was, we arrived just before eight thirty, to an almost empty car park. Oh well, we were able to have a morning wander, with the streets quiet, shops not yet open, and the sea sparkling in the sunshine. We did though find a great place for coffee and toast, with big, comfy, leather sofas. You would have chosen breakfast pancakes from the menu, then happily wandered off to browse the book shops, meeting up later. This would have been a great time of day for you: no crowds or noise.
Following breakfast, we walked the length of the high street, along the pier, then back again, before the morning parade began, led by Betty Stogs. Not sure what you would have made of him.
Having met up with Dad’s sister and her husband, we watched some of the performers as they marched through the square, then browsed the various marquees, and spent a quiet lunch on their boat that was moored in the marina.
Later, we rejoined the crowds and listened to groups of sea shanty singers. The Wareham Whalers, The Longest Johns, Bamaluz Bootleggers, The Oggy Men, The Barnacle Bouys were a few of the many, many performers today: some sang in pubs, some in the street, inside shops or on outside stages. (The festival lasts for three days, from late morning through to the evening, but I’m not sure you could experience every single form of entertainment on offer ~ twenty four venues with over sixty singing groups).
Having spent almost eight hours in the brilliant sunshine in the town, it was time to leave the partying revellers still going strong. We drove to the hospital to check on your Nan following her hip operation yesterday. You would be pleased to know she is fine, a bit groggy, but certainly feeling less pain than before. The operation went well, and she had a comfortable night. Nan is in a bright and sunny ward, next to a window, overlooking gardens; all the patients are ‘Old Dearies’, as you would call little old ladies.
You were with us all day sweetie, I know you were.
But we do so miss your actual presence, your voice, your laughter, the things you’d say and do, your quirkiness and unpredictability.
We just miss you. So, so much.
Blowing kisses to heaven.
Friday 16th June
Nan was taken into hospital last night just after 7pm following a fall in her room at the care home.
After spending six hours in A and E she arrived on the Trauma Ward at 2am, having been diagnosed with an intertrochanteric neck of femur fracture: she had broken her hip.
We visited her this afternoon, and she was ok, a bit confused, and at first refused to acknowledge that she needed an operation to fix her hip. She just wanted to go home, and go to bed. After much talk and reassurance, she has come round to the fact that the procedure will be necessary to remove the incessant pain.
She has two wonderful doctors looking after her: an orthopedic consultant and a geriatrician. I feel very confident with her care.
She was fourth on the theatre list, had already been hooked up to a saline drip, given intravenous paracetamol, and had been administered a nerve block in preparation.
We stayed for about three hours; comforting, holding hands, and talking. She was scared, but then who wouldn’t be?
As of seven o’clock this evening, she has had the operation, been through recovery, and is on her way back to the ward. I was told to ring back at eight for an update. Half an hour to wait……
So my darling, that has been our day. I think you would have given Nan a gentle hug and a big kiss. You did spend a lot of time together, reading stories, playing board games or cards. You loved your Nan, and she loved you.
And I love you too. So very much.
And I miss you, more than words can say.
Treasured Angel son.
Thursday 15th June
I’m missing you sweetie
But you know that, don’t you?
I talk to your photo
You smile like you used to.
I’m finding it real hard
But trying to get through.
I hold you in my heart
With mem’ries to cling to.
Making room for the pain
Not always feeling blue.
Love you my Angel
Wednesday 14th June
You are loved everyday
You are missed everyday
You are remembered everyday
You are thought about everyday
Continually thought about
Never, ever forgotten
To the moon and back
And a million miles more
Safe within my heart
Darling Angel son
Monday 12th June
My book of memories will never close
How much I miss you no-one knows
I hide my thoughts beneath a mask
Thinking of answers to questions you ask
“There’s nothing wrong, of course I’m fine”
As I walk along, enjoying the sunshine
It’s only when, behind closed doors
“I want you back”, my heart implores
My sweetest Angel