Category Archives: Loss

Different journeys

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Thursday 5th December

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I know we have different journeys

And yours was cut way too short

You left this earth unexpectedly

Against cancer, you bravely fought

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My own path meanders onwards

As I close the distance between us

I know exactly how it will end

And we’ll soon be rejoicing thus

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My dearest darling

Precious Angel son

Love you forever

Forget you never

xxxxx

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A clean swell on Porthmeor Beach

A few hardy surfers in the sea

Lost in thought

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Wednesday 4th December

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Lost in thought

My mind’s elsewhere

Not concentrating

Totally unaware

Preoccupied

Your empty chair

Where you should be

It’s so unfair

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Thinking of you

Missing you

Loving you

Forever and always

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

Harbour reflections and the Catholic Church

Porthmeor Beach this afternoon

Greying clouds over the harbour

Sparkly

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Tuesday 3rd December

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A sparkly Frankie

We decorated today

“You’ve gone overboard”

I know that’s what you’d say

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Remembering you

With so much love

Darling Angel son

In heaven above

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xxxxx

Clear and crisp this morning

Sunshine and shadows

Golden light in a corner of the harbour

Late afternoon and low tide in the harbour

Christmas late lunch

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Sunday 1st December

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On the first of December

A Christmas late lunch

Turkey and all the trimmings

With a great family bunch

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Crackers and silly hats

Wine and hot mince pies

A splendid four course feast

Taste buds to tantalise

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You did like your food, didn’t you?

With more of a sweet tooth, really

Pancakes were your favourite

Maple syrup poured freely

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We do miss you poppet

Treasured Angel son

Love you to the moon and back

Now forever young

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xxxxx

Looking down on the harbour this morning

Sunset this evening, through the trees

A crescent moon

Driving home

Most apparent

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Wednesday 27th November

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Amongst the crowding throng

It is the absence of you

That is most apparent

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Listening to chattering conversations

It is the absence of your voice

That is most apparent

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Cuddles, kisses and affection

It is the absence of your touch

That is most apparent

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Love you poppet

Forever and always

Precious Angel son

xxxxx