Friday 31st July
.
There is never a moment
A point in time
An occasion
Sweet Angel of mine
.
When I stop thinking
Of you
What might have been
What we’d do
.
Where you’d be
And who
And how
But to heaven you flew
.
And left us here
To mourn
To cry
My darling first born
.
Love you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
First time we’ve walked along the harbour front (we were wearing masks); so many people….
Less crowded on Porthmeor Beach, but it had begun to cloud over, and then the drizzle started
The tide coming in, meaning less space to sit
We much prefer the garden at the moment
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
So very lovely and sad
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My heart hurts for your loss. Never a day goes by without the deep longing for another hug. Ah, I understand. But what a joy he was when you had him… and what sweet memories he has left you with. ❤
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Thank you very much indeed for your kind words.
And yes, so many wonderful memories of Frank.
x 💖 x
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That harbour front is scary.
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It most certainly is…. Too many selfish people, thinking they’re entitled to a holiday, coming to the seaside to get away from Covid.
The locals are not happy!
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I’m sure they are not. X
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Sad but lovely.
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Thank you so much.
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