Sunday 15th October
I didn’t know that there’d be a day
When you wouldn’t be there that night
I didn’t know you’d be gone forever
I tried to save you, with all my might
And now there’s a star, way up high
That’s you my Angel, shining so bright
Miss you so much
It’s just not the same
Love you forever
I’ll always proclaim
xxxxxx
The harbour this morning
Monochrome view from Pedn Olva
A sparkly looking Porthminster Beach
Saturday 14th October
This morning we headed off to the reopening of the Tate Gallery; it’s only a short walk, down the hill from where we live. We have watched the expansion project taking place over the last eighteen months as piles of earth, granite and blue Elvan have been removed to create a new gallery space buried in the cliff side. Costing £20 million, it will showcase many local artists who were drawn to St. Ives by the incredible quality of the light.
We walked past beautiful sculptures created by Barbara Hepworth, huge canvasses by Peter Lanyon, Sir Terry Frost, Alfred Wallis, Ben Nicholson, Piet Mondrian, Naum Gabo, Mark Rothko and Patrick Heron. There was quite a crowd in front of the Picasso: “Bowl of fruit, violin and bottle”, and a group of students sitting on a bench attempting to sketch what they saw. There were other interesting, small sculptures by John Wells and Dennis Mitchell.
Rebecca Warren’s tall bronze sculptures were housed in the new, massive gallery, bathed in natural light, streaming through the ceiling. These were drilled and securely screwed in to the floor; the installation was named “All that heaven allows”. Personally, I would have preferred to see giant canvasses on the huge white walls ~ actual paintings! But there we are, each to their own.
Crowds of people were meandering, pondering, gazing upon the art, moving through the galleries in a slow shuffle, trying to take it all in. So much on offer: perhaps it will be better to return on a quieter day, when all the opening excitement has dissipated and I can stand in front of the Picasso, or the Mondrian and appreciate them fully.
Even the café on the top floor seemed to be permanently full, but not surprising, considering the spectacular views of the beach below, with great waves and many surfers enjoying the swell.
Today was also your Dad’s birthday: think you would have wished him many happy returns and bought a card for him. You would probably have laughed, said he was too old and then pulled his hair jokingly! I’m not sure if you would have accompanied us to the Tate or not ~ probably too many people for your liking.
When we were standing beside you this afternoon, Dad said the best birthday present he could have, was to have you back. We miss you so unbelievably much.
Late afternoon and the sun came out, bathing the harbour in that special light. Many tourists were strolling around, sitting on the benches overlooking the sand or enjoying outdoor drinks and food at the many cafés and bars.
To finish off the day, a wonderful fireworks display was put on for Dad’s birthday ~ well, not really, they were celebrating the opening of the Tate, but as they lit up the sky, right in front of our house, we pretended they were for Dad. You never know…….
We wish you had been with us.
We love you so much.
Darling Angel son.
xxxxxx
Palm tree light box in the foyer
The Picasso
Alfred Wallis
The new exhibition space
Curved viewing balcony
Interesting forms
Spectacular view of the beach through the windows
A little snack this evening ~ cheese board and a seafood board ~ overlooking the harbour
Late evening sun
Fabulous blue sky to end the day
And then the fireworks….
Friday 13th October
Wherever you are
My heart is your home
And inside my head
Is where you roam
Missing you sweetie
Love you lots
xxxxxx
Many surfers enjoying the waves this afternoon
Thursday 12th October
I’m always thinking of you
Keeping you so close, too
I know we’re far apart
But you’re here in my heart
Sending you all my love
My Angel, living above
Together forever
And ever, and ever
Sweetheart son
Eternally young
xxxxxx
An offshore breeze making for good surf
Wednesday 11th October
Sadness every day
Grief everywhere
Even when I’m happy
Hidden pain is there
Sorrow around the corner
Anguish in daily tasks
Even when I try hard
I hide behind my masks
Love you forever
Forget you never
Treasured Angel son
Now forever young
xxxxxx
Porthmeor and the Island, looking damp and misty this afternoon
Tuesday 10th October
Every night I wish
Every night I dream
Every night I hope
Every night, silently scream
Every day I watch
Every day I wait
Every day I look
Every day, contemplate
Each night I wish, dream and hope
Daily I watch, wait, and look for you
Trying to find something, anything, a sign
So we can laugh and hug like we used to
Missing you poppet
Precious Angel son
xxxxxx
Monday 9th October
So many days are difficult
When weighed down with sorrow
Then I recall happy memories
To help me carry on tomorrow
Pulling on that cheerful mask
When I’m feeling really low
Takes quite a bit of effort
I’m sure that’s something you know
Putting one foot in front of another
To hide sadness is hard work, though
I must do it for you, my darling
I’m always looking for that rainbow
Love you my Angel
Sweetheart son
xxxxxx
Very low tide in the harbour
Sunday 8th October
Each and every step forward
Is like a step further away
Like I’m leaving you behind
But I tried to make you stay
I just need to turn around
All those images to replay
Wish I could run back to you
Down Memory Lane every day
Miss you my Angel
Love you to the moon and back
Way beyond the stars
xxxxxx
Grey, but reflective day in the harbour
Saturday 7th October
Well, I wasn’t expecting that……
I had my yearly dermatology appointment today ~ yes I know, I thought it strange for a clinic at the hospital to be open at the weekend, but there we go. Normally these appointments are pretty quick…… “Strip off, and let’s check your skin….All’s good, see you next year…..”
But oh no, it was “Whoops, don’t like the look of that one on your back, we’ll take it off, as a precaution, right here, right now, into theatre you must go……..”.
So I’ve had surgery: local anaesthetic, an excision, with dissolvable deep stitches, and surface stitches which will come out in ten days time.
Wasn’t expecting that…….
But it is good to be looked after, and anything suspicious, or dodgy, then the ‘alien blob’ must be cut out and sent off to be biopsied, with results taking about two weeks.
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Thinking about you, poppet
Fly high my darling
Love you forever
xxxxxx
Friday 6th October
Golden sand glistens
Sunlight plays on the undulations
Silver slivers twinkle
On hidden underground crustaceans
Low tide coruscation
Making many coloured variations
Missing you daily
Thinking of you always
Loving you forever
Precious Angel son
xxxxxx
Sparkly rivulets of water
Silver slivers twinkling in the morning sun
Whorls of sand left by the outgoing tide
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 