Thursday 8th August
.
Wherever you have walked
Wherever you have been
A sprinkling of memories
With many smiles seen
.
Missing you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
xxxxxx
The lifeboat festooned with pennants
Lifeboat Day in the harbour
Many holidaymakers line the Wharf to watch
Much calmer and quieter on Porthmeor Beach
Not much of a swell today
Wednesday 7th August
.
We didn’t see it coming
We just weren’t prepared
For such a long time
For you, we cared
.
And we miss you my darling
We think about you every day
We love you so very much
Wishing you were here to stay
.
Precious Angel son
xxxxxx
Truro cathedral
One of the three spires
Tuesday 6th August
.
I hold you tight
Kiss you goodnight
You’re in my dreams
Or so it seems
The brightest star
Shines from afar
Yet gone too soon
Beyond the moon
.
Love you sweetie
Remembering you daily
My darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Down the hill to the beach
After early rain, the beach begins to fill up with holidaymakers
Rather breezy today
The harbour this afternoon
Monday 5th August
.
Happy birthday to my mum
Eighty seven years old today
A trip to Paradise Park
Parrots, penguins, birds of prey
Brought along by the care home
A treat to watch the flying display
Fresh air and lots of sunshine
Smiling on your special day
.
Frank sends birthday wishes too
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Penguins on parade, waiting to be fed
Happy birthday Mum
Beautiful great green macaws
Variegated leaves of a canna
Close enough to touch
Sunday 4th August
.
Mostly, just missing you
You’re not here
You can’t be found
Yet, within my heart
You’re tightly bound
.
Beloved Angel son
Now forever young
xxxxxx
Summer season in full swing
But is there any space left?
A French bilge keeler in the harbour
Saturday 3rd August
.
So many memories
Both sweet and sad
Joyous and painful
Wonderful and bad
.
Bringing so much love
That continues to grow
In those left behind
Much more than you know
.
Precious Angel son
Flying high above
Blowing kisses to you
Filled with lots of love
.
xxxxxx
A grey and muggy afternoon
Not much swell for the surf school
Friday 2nd August
.
I’ll continue to celebrate your life
Trying hard to recall the many good times
The fun, the adventures and the pantomimes
You’ll never be forgotten
And maybe the pain will soften
.
My darling Angel son
Loved you then
Love you still
Always have
Always will
xxxxxx
Perfect day for surf lessons
So very busy, again
The harbour at low tide
Kayaks lined up to rent
Thursday 1st August
.
A very early start
To Exeter hospital
Up before the dawn
Anxious? Just a little
.
Virtual colonoscopy
Along with a CT scan
Quite uncomfortable
Be as quick as you can!
.
Starving since Tuesday
No solid food on Wednesday
A noisy, rumbling tum
Keep hunger pangs at bay
.
Glad when it’s all over
The anxiousness declines
Heartbeat slowing down
Back to normal times
.
Two weeks to wait
Scanxiety strikes again
Radiographer’s report
But I’m not one to complain
.
A clinical drugs trial
I’m looked after so well
Malignant melanoma
The fears I try to dispel
.
Doing something positive
Seems a good idea to me
Looking after my body
Cancer can do one, you see
.
Thinking of you sweetie
Missing you every day
Wishing you were here
With angels you play
.
xxxxxx
Driving to Exeter, just after 6:00am
A mellow, warm sky
Wednesday 31st July
.
It’s everyday for me
The missing
The reality
The emptiness
.
Love you to the moon and back
Beyond the stars
Way past Mercury and Mars
Beloved Angel son
.
xxxxxx
Sunshine brings out the beach goers
Much better than yesterday
Many surfers in the waves
Lifeguards keeping a check on those in the sea
A busy harbour slipway
Tuesday 30th July
.
So rainy and grey
Like an autumn day
The wild wind blowing
A few seagoing
So traipsing the streets
Looking for some eats
Holidaymakers
Ice cream partakers
A wet staycation
Means much vexation
But you’re in St. Ives
So just love your lives
.
Remembering you
Missing you
Loving you
My darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Only a few on windswept Porthmeor Beach
A messy swell
Where have all the holidaymakers gone?
Blustery conditions
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 