Category Archives: Memories

Happy thirty third


Friday 17th April


Happy thirty third

Rotation around the sun

May your birthday be

A really joyful one

Just wish we could be there

To help you celebrate

Soon as lock down is over

We’re on a plane, can’t wait


Happy birthday Luke

Love you lots

From all of us

And Frank too



No matter what 


Monday 15th January 


No matter what

Memories can’t be changed

No matter what 

Memories can’t be replaced 

No matter what 

Memories will be treasured

No matter what 

Memories will be protected 


Love you forever 

To the moon and back 

Beyond the stars 

Around the world 


Harbour Town revisited


Tuesday 15th August


We revisited Harbour Town this morning: a picture perfect location on the southern end of Hilton Head Island. 

The lighthouse stands tall, complete in its red and white livery; the various boats, yachts and gin palaces in the marina compete for attention; red rocking chairs are placed in the shade, for hot and weary travellers to rest a while; and the ice-cream parlour with many scrumptious flavours is there to tempt tourists.

It is the tree swing though, that brings back so many memories of you. Having parked the car, it was the first thing you saw when we walked towards the marina. You loved to sit, gently swing back and forth, whilst reading your book. 

Today Grinch and Frankie Angel Bear sat there. Did you see? Were you there too? Did you sit beside us? I think you did.

We love you so much

We miss you every day

Our darling Angel son 


Grinch has found the swing

Grinch and swing

Grinch and Frankie Angel Bear

Frank enjoying the swing ~ August 2013

Frank and Dad on the swing ~ August 2013

Three of us on the swing

Harbour Town lighthouse and marina

Harbour Town lighthouse

Rocking the shade

Great place for people watching

Trying to seek shade

The quiet reader ~ just like Frank

Grinch and ice cream ~ salted chocolate crunch and Bourbon pecan

The wonderful lighthouse

Terrific tones and textures of the bark on the trunk

A huge, most revolting bug!

My view, in the afternoon, under my umbrella

Your brother came too


Saturday 15th April

We spent this morning wandering and shopping, weaving our way round and about the narrow streets of Faro. Stopping for coffee, browsing, window shopping, or having a rest in the shade. 

Early afternoon, your brother and his girlfriend arrived. They had been driving around the Algarve for the past few days, stopping at little beaches and coves, hoping for wind, so that they could do some kite surfing. However it has been quite calm, so they were out of luck.

We watched a beautiful sunset this evening over the marina, then found a typical Portuguese restaurant tucked away in the back streets, and sampled tuna, cod, bream and sea bass, finished off with traditional almond and nougat cake. Suitably full, we toddled off back to our hotel.

Wishing you too were here to enjoy time with us. 

The thing was, just before we left the hotel this evening, a friend of yours from Junior School posted a photo of you my darling, as part of a group who put on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. You were the narrator, and were probably about ten years old.

A sweet memory and a gentle reminder that you are still with us.

Love you poppet.


Here you are sweetie. In the line up for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Your brother loves Faro

Walking through the old town

More cobbled streets

Interesting door and balconies

Ironwork balconies and graffiti

Beautiful architecture

Fantastic tiles and ironwork

Portuguese souvenirs

Enjoying a cold beer

Stillness in the marina

Watching the sunset

A warm golden glow

Waiting for the sun to set


Friday 6th January

After a great breakfast with a lovely group of friends, we decided to drive down to Key West again, and do some more exploring.

So many memories are scattered all over place. Memories of happy times with my father. And of course so many memories of you. Eating strawberries in the Conch Republic, drinking cold drinks on Sunset Pier, laughing at the granny statue outside the Customs House, and watching many sunsets. 

Today we made new memories with your brother and his girlfriend, but all the while, you were with us, walking the whole length of Duval Street to the Southernmost Point, then back to Mallory Square to watch the sunset.

Remembering all the happy times 

Love you sweetie

Moon and back


Your Grinch came with us again

Emulating the statue

Retail therapy


Tuesday 20th December

We were on the road to Miami early this morning for some retail therapy at the Dolphin Mall. You loved shopping here and would head off to the bookstores, toy shops and entertainment outlets, always checking back with us every so often, then meeting up at lunchtime at the food court. 

Yes, it did feel strange to walk about without you, not having to look over shoulders, or keep a beady eye open for you. Never becoming lost or feeling unsafe, you would be on a mission to buy something, anything, so that you had a new book to read, a film to watch or songs to listen to.

We do miss you, we can’t seem to stop thinking about you, and what you would do, or say, especially when we return to places where we all used to go as a family. I suppose that is normal, and won’t ever change. Yes there’ll be new places to explore, ones that you haven’t been to, but we do enjoy going back and revisiting locations that we shared with you.

Love you sweetheart

Hope you still enjoy retail therapy up in heaven

Precious Angel son. 


A sunny drive along the Overseas Highway this morning to Miami

Your Grinch came along for the ride too

Dusk as we drove back, with the sky reflected in the car’s bonnet

Eartha Kitt


Wednesday 7th December

Probably as a result of enjoying the sixties television programme, Batman, you became fascinated with Eartha Kitt, who played Catwoman. An evil, feline antagonist, with a gloriously sultry voice and distinctive purrrrrr. You loved her outfits, catchphrase and those long, long nails.


More supermarket Christmas songs playing today, and they send the memories of you flooding back. You loved these happy December days, full of surprises and anticipation of what Santa might bring.

At this time of year, you sang along, swaying your hips, whenever you heard Eartha Kitt’s rendition of Santa Baby. A gentle, old-fashioned tune, listing requests for extravagant Christmas gifts. A favourite of yours.


“Been an angel all year”………

And yes, you have been an Angel for all of this year. 

My little Angel in heaven. 

My darling sweet child. 

My son, my heart, my soul.

Love you forever.


Just a blur


Tuesday 6th December

Last Christmas was just a blur

Everything happened around me

This year it’s much more acute

I’m facing the stark, cold reality.


Shock and numbness have worn off

And sadly, in view for all to see

My broken heart is missing a piece

You’re no longer here with family.


I seem to be reminded every day

How much you enjoyed the holidays

All the lights, glitter and sparkle

You should be here for always.


But all is quiet, no joyful laughter

There’s just a great, big empty space

One vacant chair, waiting for you

To sit down, and take your place.


But we’ll keep talking about you 

And I’ll certainly keep talking to you

Your presence remains everywhere

Our love will help me to get through.


Treasured Angel

Moon and beyond

Alive in our hearts

A precious bond.