Wednesday 3rd May
Although only here for a while
You touched so many with your smile
For thirty years, then that was it
Your bright, burning candle just quit
Unexpectedly, without warning
We swiftly descend into mourning
We know our grief is there forever
Within our hearts, you’ll leave us, never.
My treasured Angel son
You’re now forever young
xxxxxx
Dark clouds nearing the harbour
Bright and blustery over the surfing beach
Panorama of the beach
Tuesday 2nd May
Memories linger
And I’m glad they do
For that’s all that’s left
My Angel, of you.
xxxxxx
Colourful new flowers for you today
A quiet beach this morning
Monday 1st May
The brightest star
In the sky tonight
That’s you, my Angel
Shining so bright.
The colourful bloom
In the flower bed
You’d grow the tallest
Sunflower, you said.
The fluffy, white clouds
Blowing in the sky
I know where you are
Right up there, on high.
Missing you like there’s no tomorrow
Loving you with all my heart
Thinking about you always
We’re not really ever apart.
xxxxxx
Sunday 30th April
Last night we collected you brother from the local airport: he flew in from Portugal, to stay with us for a week, and to attend a school pal’s wedding. It will be good to have him around for a while.
Wish it was as easy to collect you from heaven, so that you could spend time with all of us; all of us together again.
I wish. I hope. I dream.
And so it is with every breath I take in, with each heartbeat, for as long as I am alive, you will never be forgotten.
My two boys. One on earth. One in heaven.
Love you both, to the moon and back.
xxxxxx
Blue skies, but a chilly wind
Boats in the harbour
Saturday 29th April
Remembering times
Of love and laughter
You’re now in heaven
We’ll follow after.
An Angel set free
From those mortal chains
You’re now in heaven
But your soul remains.
You meant so much
To many people
You’re now in heaven
Living the sequel.
Love you forever
Missing you always
Treasured Angel son
xxxxxx
Big, billowing clouds over the surfing beach
Harbour at low tide
Friday 28th April
My darling little Angel boy
A child who brought us so much joy
Missing you more than words can say
My heart loves you more each day
As you fly high, a star so bright
Lighting up the dark sky at night
I think about the memories
Adventures and discoveries
On the outside I seem carefree
But inside my head, you don’t see.
Love you to the moon and back
Round the houses and all the world.
xxxxxx
Harbour at low tide this afternoon
Thursday 27th April
Each evening I say ‘Goodnight’
To your happy, smiling face
The photograph next to me
Full of memories I embrace.
Each evening I dream of you
Rememb’ring all the good times
With so much fun and laughter
To heaven my Angel climbs.
Each evening I halt the tears
But in the dark, none can see
I do try so very hard
To wish you were here with me.
Loved you then
Love you still
Always have
Always will.
Sweetheart Angel son.
xxxxxx
Wednesday 26th April
It’s been seven hundred
And seventy seven days
Since I’ve heard your voice
Or seen your smiling gaze.
We miss you every day
Our darling Angel son
Love you more and more
Now you’re forever young.
Seven, seven, seven
Days you’ve been in heaven.
xxxxxx
Pretty, but chilly in the harbour this afternoon
Tuesday 25th April
And so our Spanish/Portuguese holiday comes to an end. Waiting in the airport, where it 24°C outside, blue sky, and most pleasant, I check on the temperature at home ~ it is hailing, with a real feel temperature of 2°C. Oh. My. Goodness.
Don’t think you’d like the sudden drop in temperature my darling ~ far too chilly, compared to what we’re used to.
Safely home, sweetheart.
Love you always.
Precious Angel son.
xxxxxx
A public holiday in Portugal today, with many shops shut
A few people out and about
A quiet cobbled street
In need of exterior painting, but pretty nonetheless
A final cold beer with Frankie Angel Bear, before heading off
Strange white sculptures just before the airport, all looking skyward
Monday 24th April
Between morning coffee and afternoon coffee we wandered and mooched, meandered and strolled, traipsed and sauntered and roamed the fabulous cobbled streets of Faro.
Our first stop was the Igreja do Carmo, a great example of the Algarve’s artistic heritage: woodcarvings, paintings and sculptures adorn the interior of the church. Then outside there is the Chapel of Bones built in the early 1800’s, where the bones and skulls adorning the walls and ceiling were taken from the adjoining cemetery.
I’m not sure of your thoughts on the chapel, my darling……. would you have found it too ghoulish, or would you have been quietly fascinated by the strange interior, and likened the place to Skeletor’s abode?? You did so like HeMan battling Skeletor for the power of GraySkull’s castle. I’m not really sure what you would have made of it at all. Wish you were here to talk to, and tell me.
Love you my Angel
Precious son
xxxxxx
Morning coffee
Afternoon cappuccino and pastries
The Church Of The Venerável Ordem Terceira de Nossa Senhora do Carmo
Fabulous altar
Inside the Chapel of Bones
Utterly fascinating, but scary at the same time
A strange mannequin looking over one of the shopping streets
Café street life
The sun’s going down
Sunset over the low tide marshes
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 