Monday 18th May

Whilst drinking a cappuccino this morning in our local supermarket, an elderly gentleman, whom we have gotten to know over the years, just came up and handed me a bouquet of coral roses.
A lovely, random act of kindness.
He’s a real East Ender this man, he just said “For you”.
He wanted to let me know he was thinking of us, as he had often seen our son with myself and my husband. It was a very thoughtful gesture, and tears welled up in my eyes.

The roses were almost the same colour as the ones we left on your grave yesterday.
It seems as if this gentleman knew, with a sort of sixth sense, the exact colour to buy.

Despite considerable wind and rain overnight, all the flowers we have placed with you are looking beautiful, especially Nan’s roses.

I just wish you were here with us, now, forever.

Missing you so very much xxxx

Sunday 17th May

We collect my mum from the care home, take her shopping, and then have afternoon tea together with my sister.
We then tentatively ask whether she would like to visit you in the cemetery. She hasn’t yet been to see you since you passed away; we thought it might be too much for her. With tears in her eyes, she says she would very much like to see where you are laid to rest.

We buy some beautiful roses and drive her to you. Walking on the grass, up to your resting place, tears begin streaming down her face. Her elder grandson: she loved you so very much. It is upsetting for her, but you are in such a tranquil place, we all feel the peacefulness and closeness to you.

The roses looked absolutely stunning and incredibly resplendent; a pink and coral burst of colourful hues.
We spend time in reflective silence, just thinking about you.
We wish we didn’t have to come here to see you. We wish you were still part of our family life.
You were taken far too soon, and none of us was ready.

We’ll see you tomorrow, lovely boy.
Missing you like crazy.
And no one can comprehend the depth of our grief.
Love you, angel son xxxxx