Friday 8th February

.

Just when everything seems well

Just when all is okay

Just when the sun shines

Just when it’s a good day

All comes crashing down

Taking my breath away

Stopping me in my tracks

As those recollections replay

.

But I’m so thankful

Eternally grateful

To the memories

Just wonderful

.

Beloved Angel son

xxxxxx

Thursday 7th February

.

Sending love beyond the stars

I have no words, just tears

Blowing kisses to you

With my heart of hopes and fears

.

Love you forever

My darling Angel son

xxxxxx

Wednesday 6th February

.

Live, laugh, love

Living, laughing, loving

Living without you

Laughing without you

But loving you forever

.

My precious boy

Sweetheart Angel son

xxxxxx

Tuesday 5th February

.

I think about you every day

And the missing continues

The pain just won’t go away

Mopping tears with tissues

.

And I’ll love you forever

My darling Angel son

Forget you never

My sweet, precious one

.

xxxxxx

A foggy day

Monday 4th February

.

Life goes on

And no one knows

The real you

Hidden in shadows

.

Somehow you can

Survive this pain

Understanding though

Life’s not the same

.

You’re not here

But you were

Those memories

Will never blur

.

Love you poppet

Darling Angel son

xxxxxx

And remembering my father Hank on his 87th birthday. (4th February 1932 – 5th October 2009)

We were in Purgatory, near Durango, Co, in March 1979. And yes, we were skiing in skimpy shorts and vest tops ⛷️😁⛷️

Those memories will never blur.

Sunday 3rd February

.

Keeping your memories alive

So that you never leave my life

Talking to you and telling you things

Even though you have Angel’s wings

.

Love you sweetie

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx

South Crofty mine, Pool, in the late afternoon, watery sun

Saturday 2nd February

.

Missing you

And learning to live

Whilst missing you

.

Loving you

And keeping on

Whilst loving you

.

Thinking of you

And continuing

To think of you

.

Forever and always

To the moon and back

Beyond the stars

Way past Mercury and Mars

.

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx

Friday 1st February

.

As your short life ended

Mine with grief began

It’s mostly kept hidden

I’m trying the best I can

.

The pain’s not as intense

As in the beginning

But my heart is broken

And my head’s still spinning

.

I do miss you so much

And I’ll love you forever

My darling Angel son

One day we’ll be together

.

xxxxxx

Blustery and blowy on Porthmeor Beach today

Grey and cloudy