
Tuesday 4th August
.
I will just have to wait
(Even though my heart may break)
To see your smile at the gate
That will cease my heartache
.
Thinking of you sweetie
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx






Tuesday 4th August
.
I will just have to wait
(Even though my heart may break)
To see your smile at the gate
That will cease my heartache
.
Thinking of you sweetie
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx






Monday 3rd August
.
It’s like a never-ending race
Towards an invisible place
But the end is not in sight
Until you and I reunite
.
My darling Angel son
xxxxx




The view from our supermarket coffee shop…. Looking towards Hayle Towans

Sunday 2nd August
.
Unfinished love
An ocean
Of emotion
That’s what’s left
.
Grief comes to stay
Altering
Faltering
Life changing
.
Love you forever
Forget you never
Always together
For ever and ever
.
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx






Saturday 1st August
.
Delicate wisps of cloud
Tip-toeing across the sky
Is this the way angels dance
Once they gain wings, and fly?
.
Thinking of you my sweetie
Precious Angel son
You gained your wings too early
Now forever young
.
xxxxx









Looking towards the harbour

Friday 31st July
.
There is never a moment
A point in time
An occasion
Sweet Angel of mine
.
When I stop thinking
Of you
What might have been
What we’d do
.
Where you’d be
And who
And how
But to heaven you flew
.
And left us here
To mourn
To cry
My darling first born
.
Love you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx





First time we’ve walked along the harbour front (we were wearing masks); so many people….

Less crowded on Porthmeor Beach, but it had begun to cloud over, and then the drizzle started

The tide coming in, meaning less space to sit

We much prefer the garden at the moment

Wednesday 29th July
.
You’re not that far away
You’re with me every day
Just walking this pathway
Come back awhile and stay
.
Love you forever
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx





Sunshine and clouds over the harbour

Tuesday 28th July
.
I carried you for almost eight months
My heart beating with yours
Developing, forming, nurturing
Creating a love that endures
.
Then when you were ready
Launching yourself upon the world
For thirty wonderful years
Watching as your life story unfurled
.
11,011 days
Or 30 years, 1 month, 23 days
You might be gone
But you remain with me always
.
My darling Angel son
xxxxx







Sculpture by Dame Barbara Hepworth at the entrance to the cemetery

Frank and I meeting the Simpsons, August 2010, Orlando

Monday 27th July
.
Memories light the way
On the darkest road of grief
Stumbling along awkwardly
Knowing cancer is a thief
Your time upon this earth
Certainly was far too brief
.
Thinking of you
Missing you
Remembering you
Loving you
Precious Angel son
xxxxx




Yellow rose in our garden

Godetia

Lil’s rose (a cutting from our next door neighbour about thirty years ago, has produced an abundance of these pink roses)

Over the rooftops to the harbour

Sunday 26th July
.
Memories are keeping you alive
Helping your story to survive
Within my heart you will thrive
Holding on to the love, I’ll strive
To allow your soul to revive
.
Remembering you always
Love you sweetheart
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx





Overcast and muggy this morning

Saturday 25th July
.
A thief of normal
A missing that can’t be found
A hammer to the heart
Emotional battleground
.
Only a memory away
My precious Angel son
xxxxx





Behind the flowers, a foggy harbour