Saturday 24th March

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Anything triggers a memory

Everything reminds me of you

Nothing will bring you back

Something is hurting, that’s true

.

Sweetheart son

Precious Angel

xxxxxx

Friday 23rd March

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Love and memories live on

In the shattered remnants

Of my fragile, broken heart

.

Love and miss you so much

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx

Thursday 22nd March

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If you can hear me

I’m saying “I miss you”

If you can see me

I’m blowing kisses

You know me well

I’m saying “I love you”

Forever and always

My darling Angel son

xxxxxx

Wednesday 21st March

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Nighttime dreams of drowning

Beneath the oceans of obscurity

Below those choppy, cresting waves

Are memories of childhood purity

Sucked down in subterranean seas

Trying to shake off insecurity

I search for your smiling, angel face

To bring us together in family unity

.

Missing you sweetheart

Beloved Angel son

xxxxxx

A sunny Porthmeor Beach

But surely not that warm to go swimming wearing just shorts??

Tuesday 20th March

.

Each sleeping and waking moment

In my thoughts and dreams

No longer held within my arms

But wrapped up in moonbeams

Up there with twinkling stars

Where the silvery light gleams

My Starman is flying so high

Enveloped with love, it seems

.

Love you forever

My darling Angel

xxxxxx

Monday 19th March

.

Thinking of you every day

Love you with all my heart

Wish I could go back I time

Our precious lives to restart

.

Missing my Angel

Dearest, darling son

xxxxxx

View of St. Ives from Carbis Bay

Bitterly cold this afternoon at Porthmeor Beach

Sunshine in the corner of the harbour

Sunday 18th March

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I didn’t ask for memories

We were having so much fun

I thought we’d have more time

More adventures under the sun

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I didn’t want memories

I didn’t think I’d need them

Didn’t realise what they’d be

Each one is now a priceless gem

.

I didn’t assume they’d be memories

Those precious moments in time

Caught forever on camera

Or locked into that heart of mine

.

And now that’s what you are

A beautiful, treasured memory

My dearest, darling Angel son

Soaring high and flying free.

.

xxxxxx

Cold and grey, but none of the promised snow

My first walk into town for a week, since dislocating my toe

Saturday 17th March

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Family is everything

But life is so very fragile

And memories just priceless

Whilst the heart is quite breakable

The future completely unpredictable

.

Love you forever

My darling Angel

xxxxxx

Our family (in Chicago 2004)

Thursday 15th March

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A CT, firstly

Then sigmoidoscopy

Now, “Oh whoopee”

A polypectomy

What can that be?

Will it hurt me?

Pain relief IV

But have to agree

To the tomography

Should be polyp free

Removed from my body

Need that cup of tea

Or glass of chablis

Perhaps a G and T

Hopefully I won’t be

A great big, crybaby

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Thinking of you as always

Love you sweetheart

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx