Thursday 5th February

Dr. Seuss certainly had it right about reading. You loved your books, you had an amazing knowledge of trivia, you learnt so much, and you travelled more than most.

From the early days you sought out Enid Blyton and Winnie the Pooh, Thomas the Tank Engine and Beatrix Potter: you just couldn’t get enough of the written word.
Your childhood was filled with books.
You loved history, myths and legends too, reading avidly about the ancient Greeks, North American Indians, the Bible, early settlers to the Caribbean islands and Indian folklore and their gods.
You would hunt down all sorts of books on horses as well, and had quite a big reference collection.
The classics too: Homer’s the Iliad and the Odyssey, Aesop’s fables, Alexander Dumas’ The Three Musketeers all fascinated you. Anything with a bit mystery, fantasy and epic storytelling would keep you quiet for hours, as you became spellbound by the rich tales in front of you.

And then there were the cartoon comics, from Disney to Marvel, and your favourites, He-Man and She-Ra, you were always wandering around with a book or magazine under your arm, that’s if you weren’t sitting still.

All your books are still upstairs on the shelves in your bedroom.
Are you still reading, my Angel?

Love you sweetheart.
I’ll read a silent bedtime story for you.
Missing you so much.

xxxxxxx

Wednesday 3rd February

We miss you so much
Because
We loved you so much.

We have so much to remember
Because
We did so much together.

It hurts so much
Because
Our hearts are broken.

That’s the way it’s going to be
Because
You’re not coming back.

I’m trying to be strong
Because
I’m sure you’d want me to be.

I’m finding it difficult
Because
This is all new to me.

Love you forever
Because
You’re my Angel son.

xxxxxxxx

The harbour this afternoon

Tuesday 2nd February

I’ll forever question why
You went to sleep that night
And didn’t wake up again
Never seeing the morning light.

With your head upon the pillow
Silently, to the angels you flew.
That your time was up
Just came out of the blue.

You’ve gone too soon, my boy
I’ll never get used to that
We were making so many plans
Now, swept under the mat.

Love you baby.
Missing you always.
Dearest Angel son.
xxxxxxx

Monday 1st February

You’re in my head
Every night and every day.
Safe within my heart
Is where you’ll always stay.

But I’ll never be the same.
Our lives are different now.
Just trying to move forward
Is an effort somehow.

The lightness of being
Has been truly replaced
With a constant dull ache
New obstacles to be faced.

I’m trying to be strong
But without you, I’m miserable.
Nothing seems to matter
It really is quite pitiful.

Sorry for being so forlorn
I’m just having a bad day.
That you’re not here
Simply fills me with dismay.

Love you sweetheart.
Precious Angel son.
xxxxxx

Friday 29th January

“I am a leaf on the wind.
Watch how I soar.”

(A lovely quote I found today.)

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Having put it off for too long now, we had an appointment today with a stonemason to choose a headstone for you.

What an emotional two hours it was.
But what charming, gracious gentleman we had looking after us.

We had to get it right.
To agree upon all the words for you.
The colour of the granite. The shape.

Well, it’s going to take at least twelve weeks, as the granite is sourced from India.

But it will be a fitting memorial for you.

On the way home, Eric Clapton came on the car radio……..

I love you sweetheart.
Missing you every day.
Beloved Angel son.
xxxxxxxx