Category Archives: Asperger Syndrome

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Monday 5th February

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Missing you sweetie

I give my love completely

Here on this earth, so briefly

Safe in my heart, absolutely

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This evening we attended The Cornwall Lecture, presented by Dr Maggie Aderin-Pocock MBE, the fabulously enthusiastic astronomer and new host of the Sky at Night.

She described how she achieved her ‘crazy dream’ of working in the space industry….. starting with her childhood favourite television programme of Star Trek and being inspired by The Clangers. (I immediately thought of you then, and smiled. Especially when a super large image of the crew of the Starship Enterprise was projected behind her speaker’s podium. You loved all those space series, and collected numerous video box sets). Uhura was Dr Maggie’s favourite, and she showed us an image she treasures of herself, her daughter, and the actress. Lieutenant Uhura was one of your favourites too.

The lecture “Innovation ~ The Big Picture”, described an amazing opportunity for Cornwall to have its own Spaceport at Newquay, with the capability of launching satellites and housing enormous space telescopes.

In her talk, Dr Maggie explained how she enjoys visiting schools and sharing her love of space with students. It will be these young people who may go on to enjoy space travel, colonisation of the moon, and beyond. Her phrase “The desire to aspire” was used throughout; an opportunity to do different things; think differently; where aspiration is the ripple that leads on to the stuff of dreams.

In 2001 I visited Cape Canaveral in Florida with a group of maths and science schoolteachers from Cornwall, to study with a group of space educators and space scientists based at the Kennedy Space Centre. We had an amazing ten days of collaboration, sharing ideas for lessons, visiting the launch complex and meeting NASA astronauts.

In 2007, myself and another teacher took sixteen students to Space Camp in Huntsville, Alabama. An awesome opportunity for these youngsters to ‘train’ as an astronaut, to experience ‘zero gravity’ whilst scuba diving, or to operate the Canadarm whilst on a simulated shuttle mission.

I do believe it is the duty of a teacher to fire up a spark in young students, to show opportunities available, to excite their imagination and inspire the seeking of knowledge. To give them the ‘Wow Factor’. Back then, I don’t think the curriculum was as prescriptive as it is now, as well as budgets being much tighter. (I’m not sure that we could do the same as we did then, nowadays.)

Following on from my visits to America with the school, I was fortunate to gain funding to help create a series of lessons using video conferencing to work with the National Space Centre in Leicester. Students were given space-related tasks and challenges by Mission Commanders, working in teams, against the clock. Exciting times using educational technology.

One of my students went on to work at the Large Hadron Collider in Cern, another is a teacher of A level science, another works with an MEP in Brussels, one is an Olympic athlete, others live and work in Australia, Chile, the Maldives, France, Canada and America. So many have achieved their dreams and are taking their knowledge on to new generations.

I hope I have inspired and motivated some of my students to seek out their fullest potential, and as Steve Jobs once said: “To put a ding in the universe”.

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Thinking of you

My little Starman

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Pride

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Sunday 4th February

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Even though I feel alone

You are always by my side

I know you’re walking with me

You will always be my guide

The love you placed within my heart

Makes me think of you with pride

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Love you forever

My Angel son

Forget you never

My Angel father

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My father Hank. Today would have been his birthday. Pancreatic cancer took him in 2009

Last year’s post …

Post from 2016…

Bitterly cold

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Thursday 1st February

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Bitterly cold, windswept waves

An icy blast, with flying sand

Remembering you’d walk along

Pink of face and cold of hand

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An afternoon perambulation

Coat done up, hood pulled down

Simply minding your own business

Wandering along streets of the town

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Sometimes venturing on the beach

Striding in your best leather shoes

Soon covered in a salty residue

Our reprimands would amuse

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I think of you, looking out to sea

Imagining those days gone past

When life was so undemanding

And wishing those times did last

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My darling Angel son

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A view over the town this morning

Big, fluffy clouds flying over Porthmeor Beach

Waves being pushed up the beach

Most dear

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Wednesday 31st January

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It’s just so very different

Without you Angel, right here

Even though I like to think

I still feel your presence near

Smiling at your photographs

I cannot stop a falling tear

You meant so much to all of us

Now we’ve lost the one most dear

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Love you forever

Beloved Angel son

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Driving home from Dorset, a rainbow appears through the trees

The sun about to break through the clouds

Windmills in the breeze

Hurts

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Tuesday 30th January

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Waking up

Knowing someone is missing

Hurts

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Carrying on

Because I know you’d want me to

Still hurts

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Loving you

Is what I’ll continue to do forever

Doesn’t hurt

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Darling Angel son

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A beautiful blue sky morning in Dorset

Staying with your other Grandma (Dad’s mum)

All looks marvellous

Tangles of brambles and ivy

The ground boggy underfoot

A few clouds on the horizon

Driving down empty country roads

Gnarly tree trunks

Silhouetted against the sky

Wet and grey

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Monday 29th January

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Wet and grey

Can’t go out to play

Damp and dreary

Feeling quite weary

Drizzly rain

Heavy clouds remain

If you were here

Sunshine would appear

But you’re up there

In heaven somewhere

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And I miss you so much

Darling Angel son

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Grey skies behind leafless branches

Monochrome vista

A long drive to Wareham

Grief invades

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Saturday 27th January

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Grief invades every part of life

Permeating through each crease

Once it has an unyielding hold

There’ll be not a moment of peace

Changing your complete being

A nudging pain that’ll not cease

Descending upon your shoulders

No instructions for a quick release

Adapting and learning to live with it

Hoping soon the hurt will decrease

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Love you sweetie

Darling Angel son

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