Sunday 6th November
Wet and windy, squally showers
Dark and stormy, choppy seas
Cold and rainy, heavy downpours
Blustery and overcast, scudding clouds.
Love you forever
My precious son
Missing you
Treasured Angel
xxxxxx
Wet and windy at the beach
Dark and stormy
Cold and rainy
Love you forever
A break in the rainclouds when we came to see you
Saturday 5th November
Your head now lays gently
On the white, fluffy clouds
That’s how I think of you
As I walk through sadness.
Still miss you every day
Your cheeky little face
So innocent yet wise
With so much love to give.
Now memories return
To make me smile and cry
Of a life so well lived
But taken far too soon.
Love you my Angel
Dearest darling son
To the moon and back
And around the world.
xxxxxx
November 5th 2014. Two years ago, in hospital, for overnight observation
Friday 4th November
The road you travelled
Was filled with love
So many adventures
We were all a part of.
The memories are many
And if you close your eyes
Your spirit will soar
Beyond the blue skies.
The life you lived
Has come to the end
I look to the heavens
My love I will send.
My Starman, Angel traveller
Love you forevermore
xxxxxx
Thursday 3rd November
Somewhere beyond the grey clouds
In a tranquil place of love and light
That’s where your soul now belongs
While Angel wings let you take flight.
Set free from all the pain and darkness
With a beautiful smile upon your face
You’ve left your earthly home behind
Leaving so many memories to embrace.
No matter where you are, my darling
I know your little heart’s still beating
For it’s safely enclosed within my own
You’re with me as long as I’m breathing.
Sweetheart Angel son
Missing you so much
Love you forever
xxxxxx
Dark grey clouds over a calm sea this afternoon
Wednesday 2nd November
I found a handprint of yours today
With colourful paint you loved to play
Preserved in time forever it will stay
A memory of yours to be put on display.
Little hands that held mine so tight
Tiny fingers exploring with delight
Picking up a pencil learning to write
Turning pages many stories to excite.
Those hands would hold the horse’s rein
Guiding the animal down the lane
Through the fields, over muddy terrain
And then safely back in the stable again.
I miss those hands reaching out to me
My little poppet, such a sweet pea
Holding tightly on to a life carefree
Beyond the clouds you’re flying free.
Love you my Angel
Forever and always.
xxxxxx
Your tiny hands (from primary school in Australia 1991)
A panorama of the harbour
Tuesday 1st November
Six hundred days
That’s such a long time
Six hundred nights
Since your hand held mine.
Six hundred mornings
No sounds from your room
Six hundred afternoons
Difficult to resume.
Six hundred instances
When you are not there
Six hundred moments
I’d cry in despair.
Six hundred evenings
I have said “Goodnight”
Six hundred times
I’d turn out the light.
Six hundred sunrises
You’re there in my heart
Six hundred sunsets
We’ll never be apart.
Six hundred days an Angel
And I miss you so much
As if it were only yesterday
I last felt your touch.
Love you forever
My precious son.
xxxxxx
Monday 31st October
Big kisses
Up in the sky
Big kisses
Sent as you fly
Big kisses
From you on high
Big kisses
But I still cry
Big kisses
I still ask why
Big kisses
Angel lullaby.
Dearest, darling beloved son
Now you’ll be forever young.
xxxxxx
First thing this morning, this was in the sky as we walked out of the front door xxx
Driving home, this afternoon, another kiss in the sky, from you xxx
Faint kisses above a quiet beach later on this afternoon xxx
Sunday 30th October
“Skidamarink adink adink,
skidamarink adoo,
I love you.
Skidamarink adink adink,
skidamarink adoo,
I love you.
Skidamarink adink adink,
skidamarink adoo,
I love you.
I love you in the morning
and in the afternoon,
I love you in the evening
and underneath the moon,
Oh, skidamarink adink adink,
skidamarink adoo,
I love you.”
Looking along your bookshelves this morning, I noticed a book of songs that you loved: paperback, a little worn and creased, but so well-loved.
Growing up, you would enjoy listening to children’s nursery rhymes, and would wander around, earplugs in, holding on tight to your Sony Walkman, playing cassettes of songs and stories.
In fact whatever age, you loved listening in this way: whether it was pop songs, audio books, the radio or Disney soundtracks.
When we were in Australia, you came across the Wee Sing songs, and learnt all the words to Skidamarink, a nonsensical name, but catchy tune, and we would all sing it together on car journeys.
Listening to this again today took me back to those simple days, filled with love, laughter, songs and innocence.
I do love you; in the morning, afternoon, evening and underneath the moon. And I always will.
Beloved Angel son
Skidamarink adink adink
I love you
xxxxxx
Beneath the clouds and golden leaves
Beautiful tree near your resting place
Sunny Porthmeor Beach this afternoon
Harbour high tide
Saturday 29th October
I used to know
My todays and tomorrows
The plans and adventures we would have
The excitement and happiness to come
I’d look forward to
My todays and tomorrows
You were a big part of what we would do
Our family travels centred around you
I was happy with
My todays and tomorrows
A life free from worries and uncertainty
We laughed, we lived, loved each other
And now
My todays and tomorrows
Seem to be filled with a big, empty void
My heart aches for the missing piece
You are there
In all my yesterdays
And I’ll hold your memories close
Taking them forward with me
To new, but different
Todays and tomorrows.
Love you yesterday, today and tomorrow
Always have
Always will
Dearest darling Angel son.
xxxxxx
A sunny October afternoon
Cooler in the harbour
Friday 28th October
You are forever by my side
You are forever on my mind
You are forever with my spirit
You are forever in my thoughts
You are forever within my heart
You are forever part of my dreams
You are forever the story of my life
You are forever my Angel
You are my forever
And forever I will love you
Dearest Angel son
xxxxxx
