Thursday 24th March

Wherever I go
Whatever I do
Memories keep
Me near to you.

Whenever I travel
Whoever I meet
There you’ll stay
Within my heartbeat.

However I live
Forever I know
My love for you
Continues to grow.

Missing you every day.
Love you so much.
Beloved Angel son.

xxxxxxx

Flowers in the rain today

Tuesday 22nd March

You’re my first
And last thought
Of every
Single day.
I love you
My darling Angel.
The missing
Doesn’t get
Any easier.
The loving
Becomes
So much more
Intense.

xxxxxxx

New bunny with primulas

A grey afternoon at the beach, again

Monday 21st March

Bubbles flying in the breeze
Soaring here and there.

Rainbow colours encase
Moving and swirling like oil.

The film becomes ever thin
On the delicate spinning orbs.

All of a sudden, an explosion
Bursting, sprinkling droplets.

Bejewelled prisms of light
Then fall softly upon the earth.

Having fun in a zorb bubble. You came across this in a children's play park, on an Easter visit to Plymouth. April 2010. Dad, me, you and auntie

Stay safe in your own little bubble
Protected from the outside.

Have fun, rolling and turning
Among the white clouds on high.

Dearest son up there in heaven
I’m blowing kisses to the sky.

xxxxxxx

Sunday 20th March

Just because I’m used to it,
Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt anymore.

My heart is broken,
But I still have to get up each morning.

On the outside, I’m coping,
Beneath the surface, is where pain lies.

You will always be my son,
I continue to talk to you and about you.

I don’t love you any less,
As time passes, I know I love you more.

No longer on this earth,
But I feel your heart beating with mine.

My first waking thought,
And my last one before I fall asleep.

I love you my darling,
I just wish you were here to tell you.

Night, night sweetheart,
Love you to the moon and beyond.

xxxxxxx

A grey afternoon

Saturday 19th March

One of your favourite characters from the television, when you were young, was He-Man. You loved the cartoon series, collected so many of the action figures, books, videos and DVD’s.
A friend of Nan’s even knitted you a He-Man jumper for your birthday once.
I had also bought you some original animation cels from both the He-Man and She-Ra cartoon series.
Throughout your life you always came back to these characters; more often than not, there would be a well-thought out moral at the end of each episode, as good triumphed over evil.
You did however, identify with the ‘baddie’ at times: Skeletor, or Evil-Lynn, as was your wont to be oppositional.

Filmation. Mattel. Hallmark.

When we laid you to rest, it was with a flower covered pillow, holding He-Man’s sword, and the words ‘I have the power’.

Your He-Man sword

My little He-Man.
All the power in the world
Couldn’t save you.
But you were
My true hero.
Master of the Universe.
Hold aloft your sword
Shout out loud
‘I have the power’.
Love you forever.

xxxxxxx

Friday 18th March

“Goodbyes are only for those
Who love with their eyes.
Because for those who love
With heart and soul,
There is no separation.”
                 ~ Rumi

I do love you with my heart and soul
Trying to keep emotions under control.

There is no separation between us now
I will hold you close forever, somehow.

Always with me, always by my side
Endless protection I will try to provide.

So tightly wrapped within my being
It’s always you of whom I’m dreaming.

There’ll be no farewells or goodbyes
Tilt my head, smile, look up to the skies.

For up above is where I shall find you
Soaring through clouds and sky so blue.

Within my heart, you’re there as well
I feel you beating, my precious Angel.

Love you with all my heart and soul.
xxxxxxx

High tide in the harbour

Thursday 17th March

My darling Angel son
My mind is full of memories
My soul misses you desperately
My hands tremble at your absence
My days are emptier without you
My eyes are full of tears.

My darling Angel son
My smile recollects adventures
My heart loves you unconditionally
My dreams are filled with your presence
My life is enriched because of you
My spirit knows you’re close.

Love you forever
Sweet Angel son.
xxxxxxx

Tuesday 15th March

It doesn’t become any easier . . .
It’s just different.
Every morning,
Just like me,
Grief wears a new mask.

Trying hard,
Pretending to be positive.
Switching to automatic.
Moving, breathing,
But oblivious to surroundings.

Marvellous, wondrous
Memories and recollections
Of the past.
I’ll hold on to those.
Cherish forever.

Love doesn’t diminish,
Quite the reverse.
And the heart
Will never forget.
You were you.

You lived,
You breathed.
Played a massive part
In all our lives.
And will continue.

Thirty years
You walked this earth.
Now in heaven
You fly.
Our Angel son.

xxxxxxx