Monthly Archives: September 2020

The essence of your loss

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Tuesday 8th September

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The essence of your loss

Is all around, everywhere

Nothing is as it was

But you left memories to share

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Missing you poppet

Darling Angel son

xxxxx

Porthmeor Beach this afternoon

Such a warm September day

The lifeguards are still on duty

Low tide in the harbour

Kitty’s Corner

Loved you

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Monday 7th September

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Loved you

Whilst you were here

Still love you

Though you’re far from near

In my heart

Beating with cheer

Here forever

That’s perfectly clear

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Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

So much quieter since the children have returned to school

Certainly not as busy

Much more room between groups of people

The harbour had a few walkers this afternoon

The St Ives gigs

The self drive boats haven’t been used too much this year

A wider view

Many on the slipway and outside the Sloop pub (circa 1312) enjoying the sunshine

Just because

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Sunday 6th September

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Just because I can stand up straight

Doesn’t mean I’m not weighed down

Just because I can see for miles

Doesn’t mean my eyes don’t brim with tears

Just because I can smile and laugh

Doesn’t mean I’m not filled with grief

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Love you forever

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Looking down on the town this morning

Take me back

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Friday 4th September

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Take me back

To happy days

Of blue skies

And turquoise bays

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Of family times

Days out with fun

On the beach

Til the day is done

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Sun overhead

Warming our skin

Smiles and laughter

Radiate from within

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A carefree life

No worries at all

Where dolphins swim

And seagulls call

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Seaside vibes

Buckets and spades

Children’s delight

Silly escapades

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It’s only because

I can recall

Childhood memories

Enjoying it all

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So fortunate

To travel afar

Experiences

A diverse memoir

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Looking back

Life was good

Simple times

That’s understood

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And we did share

So much with you

Darling Angel son

Love you, we do

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xxxxx

Moving forward

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Wednesday 2nd September

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Moving forward

But carrying you

Trying not to fall

Or stumble into

Those obstacles

Blocking the view

Bumps in the road

Just passing through

Some behind me

Broken askew

My head held high

Our love so true

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Love you poppet

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

A beautiful, very vocal robin, singing to us this afternoon

Beside

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Tuesday 1st September

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Beside it…..

Through it…..

Living with it…..

But never…..

Over it…..

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You

Your life

My grief

Our memories

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Thinking of you sweetie

Always in my thoughts

Forever in our hearts

Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

Off to the hospital for a lymphoedema appointment

All is good…. But my ‘wonky, alienblob’ leg is carrying 8% more volume/fluid than the other…… hmmmm

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